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 all 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.
