Now his pillow is a star,
Now he lays his head upon it.
Even though he is afar
God's love is with him every minute.
Now the nightwind cools his brow
Now the sunlight warms his limbs
Now the planets dance and bow
Sing out joyful hymns.
The young prince moves across the skies
Angels bear him as he lies.
There are snowflakes in his crown,
Clouds are ermine in his gown.
Propelled by earthling's rain-soft tears.
He sails among the heaven's spheres.
He has God's promises to keep
And, smiling, keeps them while we weep!
Copyright © 1994 by Doris N. Sutton
