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*NARRATOR (Mary):
God. O Infant-God. Heaven's fairest Child. Sleep well...
Enjoy the silence of the crib, for the noise of confusion rumbles in Your future.
Savor the sweet safety of my arms,
for a day is soon coming when I cannot protect You.
Rest well, tiny hands.
For though You belong to a King,
You will touch no satin, own no gold.
You will grasp no pen, guide no brush.
Your hands are not destined to hold a scepter,
nor wave from a palace balcony.
They are reserved instead for a Roman spike
that will staple them to a Roman cross.
Sleep deeply, tiny eyes. Sleep while You can.
For soon the blurriness will clear,
and You will see the mess we have made of Your world.
Lay still, tiny mouth from which eternity will speak;
tiny tongue that will soon summon the dead,
that will define grace,
that will silence our foolishness.
And tiny feet cupped in the palm of my hand...rest.
For many difficult steps lie ahead for You...
Rest today so that tomorrow You might walk with power.
Rest...for millions will follow Your steps.
* Underscore for narration begins on page 30.
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