Rest, My Child

Come, my Child, lay your head on my chest, You must close your weary eyes. It is time for you to take some rest And to dream where your Angel flies. Soar with her to Heaven’s height All the while that you sleep, And share with her reposed delight While I, the watch, shall keep. For watch I must throughout your youth- Throughout all of your growing days- To guide you down the path of Truth And to share in Love’s heavenly ways. For a day will come too soon I fear When you will strike out on your own, And you may travel in a different sphere- In a world that is vastly unknown. You’ll see the things I warned you about And hoped to protect you from. The sins of man will seek you out To make your conscience numb. But for now, my Child, take your rest, You’re too young for that which harms, So lay your head upon my chest And sleep safely in my arms.