Cradle Songs In Hallowed Hands
'Twas God's cradle, not a stork, that carried her to earth
A babe nestled in God's loving hands prepared for birth
Still enraptured by heaven's spirit, feeling its mirth
God's hands remained after birth to ensure this child's worth
God's hands left her in safety at a monastery,
This babe grew in the loving heart of a nunnery
Her sweet cradle songs were hymns of saintly bravery
An artist she became, angels filled her gallery
Resting in our Lord's gentle palms, she never knew strife
Married to God, serving only Him as a loyal wife
From this child's birth to her death, heavenly thoughts were rife
The spiritual world remained throughout her earthly life
*For Robert Ball's "Spiritually Uplifting Poems" contest
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