Full family hubbub is at water's whim,
Ascending with the tempest twittering birds,
Breaking on the rocks to raving wolves,
At its madness crashing with the croak of toads,
Battered down in silence by slight mice,
To ever nibble at the corner of a thing,
Before the wind picks up and all is there again.

The Lord our shepherd,
Stiller of our hurried bleating,
He set us free from barbs,
And bristles - free from rigid troughs,
To open meadows new and greener,
By crystal waters - our refreshing,
To enter His rest.

Fuzzing hums,
Resound with pulsing pipes,
And a quiet ambience swaddles the house in cozy nighttime tunes,
Hear the hum and hear it no more,
For sleep should grasp your tired thoughts.