Sweetly Cradle Me

Sweetly cradle me in Thine arms,
Gentle Mother of Love Divine.
Lustrous Beauty in Silver Light,
Know that I am Thine.

Sing a lullaby, sweet and mild
Of the flowers and of the pine.
Yet amid all these blessed things,
Know that I am Thine.

Tell dear Father I love Him so,
God of Harvest and of the Vine,
For He knoweth with Truth assured,
Knowing I am Thine.

So I rest then within Thine arms
As an off'ring of Love Divine,
And forever, forevermore,
Know that I am Thine.

12/10/2006