Saturday, December 24, 2011

Blessed Child

Lullaby, sweet Son of God,
As off to sleep You gently nod.
Slumber calmly, safe from harm,
Leaning on Your mother's arm.

Rest in peace... have sweet repose.
In her heart Your mother knows
You're the Son of the Most High,
One Whom men will glorify.

Baby Jesus, You will bring
Salvation to which men will cling.
You are Chosen, Blessed Child,
To reign as Lord... though You be mild.

"And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord god shall give unto him the throne of his father David."
Luke 1:30-32 KJV

© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf