Little Childern

Don't you weep precious  one , the lord you seek dont  you eat everyones meat, from a table of decit. Don't you pout or rage secure yourself in light. You are innonce pure spirit learning, you might growing a world not so cold and the angels keep watch over your soul. Little one how sweet the sound a babies arms,soft as a chime. What a beautiful kind says the bedtime ryhemes. And when you are sick  I hold you dear to my heart and mine