A Cradle-Word Prayer
Penned as the wooly-lamb-clouds floated overhead
As the night sky rocks the moon
I cradle-Word my heart
As the crips of morning blows
I speak how Great Thou Art
As the dawn of day arises
I ask my Compass Start
Be with me ever dearly
And never to depart.
With fee of faith I move
I ask the Spirit teach
And show me the way of Love
In kindness I will preach
Then with the tongues of angels*
To others I will read.
*1 Corinthians 13: 1