Cradle Me

One night long ago,
I lay down upon my bed,
a terrible aloneness filling heart and head.
So weeping softly, quietly I began to pray,
"Oh, Father, if only in this moment, this day,
like a babe you would cradle me in your arms,
to soothe away all my alarms.
And He did. He did!
Oh, praise the Lord, He answered as I bid!

At once that long ago,
I felt a deep measure of His care
and His abiding love so willing to share.
Then I knew… I'd never been a lone.
It had just been Satan's ill wind blown,
intended to toss me from a righteous path,
his evil game rewarded by God's wrath.
Oh, praise the Lord, He answered as I bid!
For then I knew, from me He'd never hid.

And since that time long ago,
I've not felt again as a cradled babe,
yet each time I stumble, He fails not to save.
So I fill each day with joyous praise
As I look upon His creation with a loving gaze,
knowing He fulfills my every need…
If only I hear— and heed.
"Oh, Lord! In me, bind up your testimony
and seal your law
that in Christ's light, I'll be found without flaw!"

And He did as I bid!

© Bonita M Quesinberry 052702

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