O Lord, I love rocking
My babe in this chair.
I touch her soft skin
And smooth her fine hair.
Sorrows and worries,
There is not a trace
Etched in the innocence
Of my child’s face.
Help me remember
To hold my child near,
To comfort and nurture
When she sheds a tear.
This dear little child
is Your gift to me.
A close bond that’s unbreakable
With her is my plea.
I’ll cherish her forever
This blessing from my womb,
Watching her grow
And into a lady she’ll bloom.
Days of childhood
Hurry by just too fast.
I know this time to cradle
Will surely not last.
Precious memories
she will leave behind.
I will keep them locked like a treasure
In the back of my mind.
I say a mother’s prayer
As I look at the blue sky.
Why are mothers so happy?
I know the answer why.
God entrusted me
To care for this special one.
In this lifetime by loving her
My work will never be done.
Years will quickly pass
And my baby will tell me with a sigh,
“I am a woman now
And I must say good-bye.”
Lord, help her daily
To live a godly life
And continue to bless her
As she becomes a mother and wife.
Holding and cradling,
Oh, I love this sweet embrace.
Lord, I will never forget
Rocking my baby in this place.
Copyright 2000 Brenda Weatherly
