Robert E. Speer writes the following:
I was awakened the other morning about four o’clock in my room
by a little voice just beside my bed in the dark asking for a
drink. I got the little lad a drink, and he lay quiet for a
moment, and then asked, “Father, may I sing myself asleep?”
And I said, “Yes, dear, go ahead.” But soon he got up so much
enthusiasm that I told him he would better stop, or none of the
rest of us could sleep. Then he was quiet awhile, but soon I
heard his little voice again in the perfect stillness of the
night, “Father, have you got your face turned toward me?” And I
said, “Yes, little boy,” and the darkness was as the light of
day to him.
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