She was sitting by the window,
Underneath the Christmas tree
(Hair all shiny, voice so tiny);
Little rocker from age three.

She was singing to her dolly
She held, oh, so tenderly;
Little mother, like one other,
Rocking Jesus, I could see:

"Rock-a-bye, now, baby Jesus.
Rock-a-bye and have sweet dreams.
Rock-a-bye my sweet and precious,
Sleeping in the moonlight beams."

What a tender, profound moment!
(She was unaware of me.)
When I saw her kiss her dolly,
I bent down upon my knees.

"Rock-a-bye, now, baby Jesus.
Rock-a-bye. You’re safe and warm.
Rock-a-bye, now, don’t You worry.
I will keep You safe from harm."

So, my prayer was silent, humble,
"Lord, in my life, let it be.
In the deepest part of my heart
Let me keep that place for Thee!"

Rock-a-bye, my precious Jesus.
Even now, the world is blind.
No more Baby, but a Savior
Living in this heart of mine!

"Rock-a-bye, now, baby Jesus.
Rock-a-bye. You’re safe and warm.
Rock-a-bye, now. Don’t You worry.
I will keep You safe from harm!"


 Joan Clifton Costner
2003
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