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Lord,
Help me remember, when I feel it's a chore, the time will come when I'll hold him no more asleep on my chest (the crib refused, the blanket, the pacifier, gone unused). What better place is there to lay his head than against my heart, my arms his bed? For infants grow up and leave us behind with only memories left to remind us of midnight walking and predawn rocking, of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep. So, Lord, make me patient and keep me awake while I cradle this child, and don't let me take for granted the moments I spend in the night with this baby--Your gift, my joy, my delight. Author Unknown |
