Christmas Lyllaby

Christmas Lullaby
Copyright 1995 - Susie Whiting

The cold December wind blew
as she lay there in her bed.
A new born babe lay bundled
in a wood crate by her head.

A teardrop fell as she gazed
beyon her window sill
to a small white cross she'd placed with love
upon a windy hill.

With fevered brow, she closed her eyes
and the heavens heard her prayer;
that Jesus bless her baby
lying silent by her there.

She wasn’t asking for herself
but in His wisdom please
bless her newborn infant
upon this Christmas Eve.

Savior grant it not be time
for her to be called home,
for if it was her new born babe
would be cold and left alone.

She closed her eyes, she dreamed, she thought
of a lady dressed in white;
A white as pure as heaven
her face full of Heaven’s light.

She sang the babe a lullaby
In an angel’s voice it seemed.
It must just be the fever.
She slept.  ‘Twas just a dream.

Again she woke, again she saw
the lady dressed in white.
Peace filled her heart.  Again she slept
and as the morn brought Christmas light

Her fever gone, her newborn slept.
In his crate he lay so small.
She picked him up to find him wrapped
in the lady’s pure white shawl.

A note was pinned upon it.
She read and began to cry.
For on it were the words
of the lady’s lullaby.

“Hush-a-bye my baby
For on a Christmas morn
In a far-off town called Bethlehem
a wee small babe was born.

Hush a bye my child
in a manger in a stall
a newborn babe was born to man.
A child born to all.

I held his hand when he was born
Searched for him when he was lost
And cried out in a mother’s pain
when they nailed him to the cross.

Hush-a-bye my wee one
No harm will come to you.
My name is Mary of Nazareth
and I loved my baby too.”