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
Dear God, way up in heaven
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
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