“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
But what If I don’t want to give it to him?
What if instead, I keep it for myself and walk among the living?
Is that selfish?
If everyone is giving God their souls, what can he possibly be doing with them?
Making them dance like puppets?
Or stacking them like inventory?
What about having them mingle with each other at a never-ending party in a grand heavenly ballroom?
Maybe they are tiny things, our souls.
So tiny, that before God goes to sleep; he just puts them in a little wooden box,
Under his bed,
To drown out the noise,
Just for once.
So he can have one single moment of