O spread Thy wings above me
And shield me from alarm!
Though Satan would devour me,
Let angel guards sing o'er me,
"This child of God shall meet no harm!"
From every peril surely
Our God will guard your heads.
May He sweet slumbers send you,
And bid His hosts attend you,
And golden-armed, watch o'er your beds!~
"Treasury of Prayers," 1930
As God so tenderly gave the world a little baby boy.~
Each time there is a birth
To celebrate each precious child
The good Lord sends to earth.~
but sometimes they're seeking more questions, not answers.~