Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

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Sleep My Little Jesus
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Sleep, my little Jesus
On Thy bed of hay
While the shepherds homeward
Journey on their way
 
Mother is Thy shepherd
And will her vigil keep
Did the voices wake Thee?
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
 
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
 
Sleep, my little Jesus
While Thou art my own!
Ox and *** Thy neighbors
Shalt Thou have a throne?
 
Will they call me blessed?
Shall I stand and weep?
Be it far, Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
 
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!
 
Sleep, my little Jesus
Wonder-baby mine!
Well the singing angels
Greet Thee as divine
 
Through my heart, as heaven
Low the echoes sweep
Of glory to Jehovah!
Oh sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
 
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep
My Jesus, sleep!