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Lord help me remember when I feel it's a chore
The time will come when I'll hold her no more
Asleep on my chest, the blanket refused
The crib, the pacifier,gone unused
For infants grow up and leave us behind
With only memories left to remind us
Of midnight walking and pre-dawn rocking
Of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep
So, Lord make me patient and keep me awake
As I cradle this baby, and don't let me take
For granted the moments I spend in the night
With this baby - Your gift My joy -
My delight.-