Lullaby
Settle, small one, slow your breath and maybe slow mine too, for, while the world-winds whip with death, tonight I’m here with you.
Sleep, surrender, in my arms, to soporific hours, and trust I’ll keep away all harms; I, too, trust Father’s powers.
Rest, and I’ll rest with you here, held by our Prince of Peace, who stills our storms, turns mind-skies clear, when we, tonight, our strivings cease.