The Lullaby of Tears
When Jesus was a little child
As evening’s shadows lay,
The Holy Virgin held Him close
For tired was He from play.
And Heaven sent in shining white
The angels to their King
Who kissed His precious baby hands
Then knelt to pray and sing.
The flowers bloomed to hear their song
This tender lullaby,
That graced the fields with gentle peace
As darkness hushed the sky.
The loving little Jesus child
Would drift away to sleep,
But Holy Mary held Him close
And bowed her head to weep.
Kate Watkins Furman