To My Children And Granddaughter

Psalms 127:3  (King James Version)

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

I was never alive
'Til the day I was blessed with you
When I hold you late at night
I know what I was put here to do
I turn off the world and listen to you sigh
And I will sing my Angel's Lullaby

Know I'm forever near
The one you can always call
Right all you know to fear
Are the shadows on your wall
I'm here close enough
To kiss the tears you cry
And I will sing my Angel's Lullaby

So tell me how to stop the years from racing
Is there a secret someone knows?
I'll never catch all the memories I'm chasing
I'll never be ready to let go

And when the world seems cold
And you feel that all of your strength is gone
There may be one tiny voice
Your reason to carry on
And when I'm not close enough
To kiss the tears you cry
You will sing your Angel's Lullaby
Let this be our Angel's Lullaby