Little Child
Welcome little child.
Welcome to the wild
Now open your eyes and see all that is untame.
You have a long journey ahead
many miles to tread,
but for right now within your mother's arms you must remain.
Her kindness and love,
Are a gift from above.
programmed instinctually just for you. When God placed you in her arms
it triggered an alarm,
for you
there's nothing she wouldn't do.
For food she searches high
like an eagle in the sky
and at night like a nightingale she sings a lullabye.
Like waves of an ocean
there's something about her motion
that prevents you from wanting to cry. You are compelled by a tune.
She hummed when you were in the womb.
Now the tune is comforting with a light scent of perfume.
She sings a story
of a carpenter's glory
who died to save souls like you
one day you'll understand
the importance of this man
and furthermore you'll realize it's true.
Her love is never-ending
her time is ever bending
Her soul is surrendering
To the king.
Because there is no other
Who can truly love her
except he to whom the angels sing.
So In her arms you'll remain
for knowledge to attain.
She'll protect you and guide you through a world gone insane.
So respect her with honor
for the role God's placed upon her,
and she'll show you that the world can be tamed. But first she'll go through..trials of Sorrow,
She'll beg, plead or borrow
For the Love of her child
she'll Venture where you won't follow
She walks with the knowledge that there might not be tomorrow.
So let it be told there will never be another for the lord says behold
This is your mother
Little child.
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