Baby Cry

Somewhere a baby is crying.
Where are you?
We go from room to room.
The crying gets closer and closer.
Where are you my precious baby.
We love you.
We cannot find our baby.
The crying becomes weaker and weaker.
The crying is now but a faint sound.
We bow down on our knees in prayer,
Crying out to our Lord Jesus.
The room begins to shake.
Keep praying He answered,
For the baby is here.
When out of the way God steps in.
He cut a highway just like that.
When we stand to our feet,
The baby stops crying,
With outstretched hands.
God places our baby in our hands.
Cry no more my precious child,
For low I am with you always,
Even until the ends of the world.

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