In the interior of China where we were stationed, there was a problem with rodents. Large rats would come scuttling around on the floor at night. In my mind, as a child, they seemed as large as cats. But as I've grown up, I realize that they probably weren't that big. Even though we had mosquito netting around our beds for protection, I was afraid of the dark. My Mom taught me this poem and it helped me not to be afraid.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head.
One to watch, One to pray,
And two to keep all fears away.
I could just picture these angels and knew that God was taking care of me as I slept.
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