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
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