Wrapped

Swaddling bands laid with care
  in the cradle to rock, be held
Careful in this weary world
  of change and chance
Is there one where you can 
  lay your head in peace
Trusted love and tenderness
  in hands that hold and rock
Not words of rock, or stone
  ones that maim and scar
Laid in gentle surrender
  to be bound by the babe
Rocking, waking, hoping
  for lives door to shine
Among the broken scattered
  pieces of life, gathered up
Prayers to a small, tender babe
  who saved us all