Some nights when I climb up into my bed,
the light clicks off and fear creeps in my head.
Monsters in my closet and creatures that crawl,
keep me awake for no reason at all.
Hiding in the shadows I see spiders that bite,
and the chair in my room doesn’t look quite right.
More like a tiger or scary mean bear,
with huge bulging eyes and thick wooly-bull hair.
Even the fan on the ceiling up high
becomes a flying, zuzzing bumblebee hive.
The clock on my wall is a face with three eyes
and my shoes by the door are two sneaky white mice.
And under my bed, I can’t even tell,
but I heard something move and it’s breath I can smell.
Surely I’m the only normal one here,
but I can’t get up, I’m trembling with fear.
What can I do? I’m only a kid.
I just lay here alone afraid in my bed.
I slowly grab all my covers and wrap them up tight,
‘cause that’s all I have to protect me at night.
But then I remember what my pastor said
when there are monsters in my closet and I can’t get to bed.
Just whisper to Jesus, He’s the One to call,
He’s not afraid-not of anything at all.
When I call on Him, He’s there in a flash.
As if He knew before I could ask.
At the sound of His name, all the monsters flee,
even the creatures that crawl cease to be.
Now, when it’s night in my room and dark all around,
I’m not so afraid of each sight and each sound.
I don’t pull the covers and blankets so tight,
Now I know I’m not alone at night.
So, if there are monsters in your closet and you can’t get to bed,
just do what I did and say what I said.
Ask the Lord Jesus to draw near at night,
to watch over you close and chase off your fright.
Then, when you do, I’m sure you will see,
the creatures and shadows and things on the wall
are really nothing, no, nothing, nothing at all.
“Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above
every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and
under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God