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