Sleep, my child, 

sleep smiling. 

You are rocked 

with a lullaby of stars.

You enjoyed the light 

and were happy. 

You had all goodness 

when you had me.

Sleep, my child, 

sleep smiling. 

It is the loving Earth 

that rocks you.

You beheld

the fiery crimson rose. 

You reached out to the world,

you reached out to me.

Sleep, my child, 

sleep, smiling. 

It is God in the shadows 

who rocks you.
 
 

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