rest now, precious soul – who never knew the toil of earth. rest now, in peaceful slumber – for your labor ceased with birth.
rest now, precious soul – whose countenance is so fair. or play then, little one, with winged angels upon the golden stair.
rest easy, precious soul – for no pain pierces where you dwell. grief, sickness, sorrow, are not for you; but woes for mortal tongues alone to tell.
you won’t even miss our earthly joys – which we mere mortals think so fine. why you would wonder to hear us weep, for your joys are by far sublime.
so rest now, precious little soul – in His home of peace and love; while I attend to earthly heartaches, until I rest with you above.
“My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” (Psalm 139:15-16)
sincerely, Grace Day