Colin F. Jones

CHILD AT REST

Cradled tenderly in gentle arms
‘neath a linen sheet,
A bundle there of childhood,
laid quietly in his sleep.

Slumber on my little one,
lest you should miss your rest,
Awaken when the Lord doth bid,
for He alone knows best

Flourish on your Mother’s breast;
grow in loving care,
Grow beneath her helping hand,
Then a life of love you’ll share.