Lullaby

When I'm working on a post that takes me a bit of time, I like to share some of my other writing with you, my reader. But besides my blog, most of my writing are songs. And no, I have not yet made a Youtube video of myself singing any of these songs.

Still, the lyrics I write often reflect my thoughts and feelings as I continue to pursue God in my daily juggling of family life, personal endeavors, and community outreach. And I do believe that poetry and verse, like art and music, can express some things better than an essay ever can.

This is a song I wrote after my fifth child was born. A few days ago, I sang it to her to lull her to nap, and she fell asleep by the time I reached the end. The next day, she asked for it again, and again, she fell asleep by the time I sang the final chorus. Then today, we repeated the ritual. Grace is her middle name, and I think this will become her special song.

I am one like many others

Maybe even worse than most

Never won a prize or honor

Nothing of which I could boast

One day arrived a tiny bundle

Fragile, soft, helpless and weak

When I saw it, I was humbled

For a prize had come to me

Hope is here, holding my finger

Joy is you, smiling so bright
Love has come to me unfettered

Grace is in my arms tonight

How you formed remains a mystery

Who can say from where you came

Why you chose me for your family

Bringing honor to my name

Still I don’t know why you would trust me

When I’m neither strong nor wise

But I see the path before me

When I see your trusting eyes

Hope is here, holding my finger

Joy is you, smiling so bright

Love has come to me unfettered

Grace is in my arms tonight

Sleep, my child, as I am singing

This sweet song well-known to you

A tale of one most undeserving

And the gift of life anew

Hope is here, holding my finger

Joy is you, smiling so bright

Love has come to me unfettered

Grace is in my arms tonight