One of my favorite version's of "Hallelujah" (other than his own of course) RIP, Leonard Cohen
Your arms, strong,
fingers surprisingly elegant,
nails neatly trimmed.
my Hallelujah, my strength,
holds me sleepily,
a little too warmly, but refuge
I'm old enough to know sadness,
even happiness, has peaks and valleys;
yet somehow I need this touch,
this settling of feeling
for me to whisper prayers
to a God sometimes ignored,
until becalmed I fall asleep,
stilled into a cocooned slumber
of hushed benediction.
by Margaret Bednar, November 12, 2016
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenge - Still Points"