Grace

Is my mother coming?
Yes, she’ll be here today.
Is my brother and sister coming?
Very soon they say.
Is my father coming?
He’s not far away.
Are all who loves me coming?
My child, there will be no delay.
Is heaven very pretty?
Yes, it’s a gorgeous place.
Has he gone to sleep?
Yes, a child with all that grace.
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