Lullaby

He doesn’t like to see you cry

From somewhere, up there, in the sky...
Because he’s perfectly at peace
Upon the clouds on which he sleeps

And though it hurts his tiny heart
That he can’t be here in your arms
He doesn’t have to feel your touch
To know how deeply he is loved

And though he’s sad, his time was short

Right here with you, on Earth, of course

The power of his purpose shines

So far beyond the bounds of time

Not only as your cherished son

But as a special Guardian

Who’s watching every, single day

And guiding you, along the way...

From where, he’s sheltered from all harm

And resting safely in God’s arms...

And waiting patiently, on end

Till you can hold him, once again

But until then, no matter what-

He’ll be there, watching from above

And singing you, sweet lullabies

The every time he hears you cry:

“...Hush, little mommy, don’t be sad...

I love you dearly, you and dad...

And if you ask God why I’m gone...

He says, ‘cause I’m your Angel, mom...”