Judith Alciatore

December 01, 2020

The angels rock him

As he sleeps

And sing a lullaby

The child of God

Who never weeps

And utters not one cry

He slumbers on

In peaceful dreams

An infant sould once bound

But earthly ties

Ripped at the seams

And laid into the ground

No mother, he

No father, yet

This child of passions bent

Though wanted not

His fate was set

To Heaven he was sent

And now the angels

Hover o'er

His cradle in the sky

For he is loved

By the One adored,

With God, he'll never die

Thank You, Lord


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