At the Foot of his Crib

I’m here again Lord, at the foot of his crib.

He’s such a sweet boy

and thanks for the joys

I recall

at the foot of his crib.

I’m here again Lord, at the foot of his crib.

I pray for his soul

and think of the goals

we set

at the foot of his crib

I’m here again Lord, at the foot of his crib.

Oh that you’ll use him

and never lose him

I pray

At the foot of his crib.

I’m here again Lord, at the foot of his crib.

His dim shape so soft

does he know how oft'

I kneel

at the foot of his crib?

I’m here again Lord, at the foot of his crib.

May I be the daddy

he needs so badly

I cry

at the foot of his crib.

Note: I wrote this when our firstborn (Michael) was in his first year of life. That makes it one of my first poems, written about 40 years ago! Our son Michael and his wife and four children have been missionaries in Africa (where he grew up) for eight years. I am working on a book of poetry featuring many of the family, faith and fun poems I've written. I will keep you posted!