When I Think of Babes Asleep in Bed

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of tears I long to shed,

I think of the innocence in us all,

To cry and laugh and fall,

And get back up,

To endure in good times and times that are rough,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of alcoholic mothers getting healed,

So they can have the joy only the Holy Ghost makes us feel,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of heroines like Joan of Arc,

Who fought for light against the dark,

I think of men like Gandhi too,

Who made nonviolence into a cherished view,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of you and that smile you form,

When you hear a compliment about something you’ve worn,

I haven’t met you yet oh wife of mine,

But I know that we shall be one in time,

And I know that we shall shine,

Like the noonday sun,

And I know that we shall be together no matter what comes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the moon on starry nights,

I think of Eagles taking flight,

I think of those who fight for light,

I think of you dear children,

The miracle that God, your mother and I made,

I think of you in happy states, I think of you relaxing in shade,

I think of sunsets and beauty’s rays,

I think of wondrous days ahead,

This is how I think, when I consider babes asleep in bed,

I think of truths I’ve longed to know,

I think of butterflies flying to and fro,

I think of life in all its mystery,

I think of God who has allowed me to see,

Her love for all and our common destiny,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of trees that comfort us throughout life,

I think of peace bringing an end to strife,

I think of things my parents said when I was young,

I think of them tellin me, “Always try your best my son”

I think of tormented souls set free,

I think of blind men who dare to see,

The hope of love in all they hear,

And their courage to hold us seeing folks dear,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of the deaf and their beauty to hear,

A symphony in smiles and signs made just for them,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of men who’ve been paralyzed,

Who find great joy in children’s eyes,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of my uncle Woody dead,

Who I shall see again in splendor great,

And he shall embrace me and say well done namesake,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of all the music we’ll make,

As we praise the Lamb for the rest of time,

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life for it is your destiny to rise and shine!

Oh babes in bed, fear not this life, it is just a glorious time to learn,

And once you’ve learned enough you’ll rise,

Like billowy clouds forming from fog into the sky,

And you’ll know no more pain and your tears will be of joy,

When you rise from this slumber, when you rise from youth,

You will see the glory of your soul unloosed,

And you will fly like the angels from sun to sun,

Knowing that life’s trial you’ve won,

And that your time of toil is done,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a future that’s already done,

For because of Jesus, the lives they shall live, they have already won,

And soon they shall rise from slumber to embrace the risen Son,

When I think of babes asleep in bed,

I think of a hope that shall never die,

That every soul who has breathed this earth’s air shall rise!!!

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