By Judy Alciatore
THE ANGELS ROCK HIM AS HE SLEEPS AND SING A LULLABY
THIS CHILD OF GOD WHO NEVER WEEPS AND UTTERS NOT ONE CRY
HE SLUMBERS ON IN PEACEFUL DREAMS AN INFANT SOUL ONCE BOUND
BUT EARTHLY TIES RIPPED AT THE SEAMS ARE 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 CHRIST THE LORD WITH GOD, HE'LL NEVER DIE
THANK YOU, LORD
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