Lullaby For a Saviour

By

Stephen M. Larson

Sleep, little babe, go to sleep;

dream while you may, pure and deep.

There's a road up ahead where you'll not find a bed,

so sleep, little babe, go to sleep.

Rest, gentle one, take your rest;

safe and warm there at your mother's breast.

There's a day, bitter cold, when your life will be sold,

but for now, gentle one, take your rest.

Hush, precious child, don't you cry;

the ones that you love are nearby.

Though some day, when you're grown, you'll be left all alone,

for tonight, precious child, don't you cry.

Now, while you're young, you'll be kept safe from harm,

enclosed in a strong wall of love,

But you'll soon be a man with a life of your own,

and a mission from heaven above.

Though you're God's only Son, and the King of all men,

on a cross You will find Your reward;

You will give Your own blood for the sins of the world,

and the crown of its Saviour and Lord!

Sleep, little babe, go to sleep;

dream while you may, clear and deep.

Son of God, Son of Man, take your rest while you can,

and sleep, little babe, go to sleep.

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Copyright ©2001 by Stephen M. Larson