Last night as
the moon pulled anchor
And sailed down the Milky Way
It peeped through an open window
Where a lonely shut -in lay
The moon seemed to shine much brighter
Each star seemed to nod its head
The night seemed so strangely peaceful
When they heard what
the shut -in said
Dear God, way up in heaven
I earnestly pray to Thee
And my prayer, Lord, wilt Thou answer
And lay a healing hand on me
This vain world seems to forget me, Lord,
and I've been a -shut in so long.
I'm needing thy love, dear Jesus,
and still in my heart a song.
Lord, I ask not for gold or silver
and no diamonds to call my own.
Just give me thy touch of healing,
I'm so weak and all alone.
I trust that I'm not askin' too much
of thy heavenly will.
When humbly, dear Lord, I pray thee,
just give me back my health.
Then off to dreamland the shut -in drifted.
Yes, God heard what the shut -in said.
The night seemed so strangely peaceful.
God heard what the shunnin' said