Long past the dusk of a drawn-out day,
my work is almost done.
Soon I’ll be sleeping my cares away,
but first I’ll look in on my son.
My little boy sleeps peacefully —
nothing can quite compare
to the sweetness of a sleeping child.
I reach out to touch his hair.
I lean over to kiss his forehead
and it occurs to me
how much this child has changed my life –
how much he’s made me see.
Dream on my little sunshine boy
of your Easter basket fill,
and as you’re dreaming I’ll not forget
Who died up on that hill.
And I will remind you when you awake
why the Easter Bunny comes,
and that we can savor each brand new day
because the Father sent His Son.
And we’re free because He died for us –
that sweet, holy Lamb from above.
He rose again and is living still
and He’s waiting to give us His Love.
So, in your slumber, little one,
seek out the Source of your joy.
He’s waiting patiently for you to see
how awesome you are, sunshine boy.
lsc – 4-17-92/3-30-04/4-15-23
This was a minute ago. Yes, this is a repost, an antique almost… lol. My faith is a little broken so it’s hard to write about it anymore. But, you know, it’s Easter and I’ve finally found my way back to church, so I figured why not? Lol, it mentions an Easter Basket 🙂
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Oh that is beautiful – and you wrote this 31 years ago! We love a repost, this is a tender, loving tribute that plucks at the heartstrings. KUDOS, Earthling! ❤
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Thanks Marvin 😊