Be still my child,
why are you squirming?
This is the time
for listening and learning.
Rest in this moment
Lean against Me
There’s something here
I want you to see.
Why so distracted?
Why so detached?
There’s nothing you’ve lost
I can’t give you back.
More than you had
But just what you need
Now be still, stop squirming
And lean against Me.
I’ll hold the book
You turn the pages
I’ll read you a story
As old as the ages.
Yes, that is you
When your life began
And yes, that’s Me
Holding your hand.
As each page we turn
The pictures may change
Scenery and people
But One thing remains.
Me . . . . . .
Near and concerned
Waiting to hold you
As each page we turn.
Be still my child
Why are you squirming?
This is the time
For listening and learning.