Little baby girl in the dark night
Deep dark night without any light
Fear of the blackness creeping on the wall
Fear of the night closing in like a shawl
The boundless outside, beyond her small world
Comes pressing down her as she lies curled
Helpless she lies, pulled taut at Fear’s touch
The shadows on the wall are too much, too much
She cries and the sound is harsh in the night
She whimpers in the darkness, longing for sight
Then coming through the night is her mother at last
Warm, pulsing presence, understanding what has passed
Gulping down sobs, she rests with a sigh
Listening, oh listening to the sweet lullaby
O Jesus liebt mich!
O Jesus liebt mich!
O Jesus liebt mich!
Die Bibel sagt mir so!
Little baby girl grows up over years
Still scared of the shadows, fighting her fears
Scared of the darkness, the heaviness that bears
Down hard upon her, and the pain that she shares
She cries and the sound is harsh in the night
She whimpers in the darkness, longing for sight
Then coming though the night is her Jesus at last
Warm pulsing presence, understanding what has passed
Gulping down sobs, she rests with a sigh
Listening, oh listening to the sweet lullaby
O Jesus liebt mich!
O Jesus liebt mich!
O Jesus liebt mich!
Die Bibel sagt mir so!
October 2012
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