I was awakened the other morning about four o'clock in my room by a little voice just beside my bed in the dark asking for a drink. I got the little lad a drink, and he lay quiet for a moment, and then asked, "Father, may I sing myself asleep?" And I said, "Yes, dear, go ahead." But soon he got up so much enthusiasm that I told him he would better stop, or none of the rest of us could sleep. Then he was quiet awhile, but soon I heard his little voice again in the perfect stillness of the night, "Father, have you got your face turned toward me?" And I said, "Yes, little boy," and the darkness was as the light of day to him.
