Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, gently falling blessings on your head. The Son of God had a coarser cradle and softer bed was hay, while your cradle is soft and easy. Though the story of how his foes abused and killed the Lord of glory makes one angry, as your mother I will guard you with my arms so don't be afraid of my hard song.
Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, gently falling blessings on your head. The Son of God had a coarser cradle and softer bed was hay, while your cradle is soft and easy. Though the story of how his foes abused and killed the Lord of glory makes one angry, as your mother I will guard you with my arms so don't be afraid of my hard song.
Copyright:
Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
Available Formats
Download as DOC, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, gently falling blessings on your head. The Son of God had a coarser cradle and softer bed was hay, while your cradle is soft and easy. Though the story of how his foes abused and killed the Lord of glory makes one angry, as your mother I will guard you with my arms so don't be afraid of my hard song.
Copyright:
Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
Available Formats
Download as DOC, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd