“Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair, mother sits near in her rocking chair and though baby sleeps he hears what she sings” Lullabies and sweet songs drift in his memories
I wonder if there are others who lacked the childhood stories and songs that brought contentment and peace to a child’s mind, giving memories of hope for challenges later in life?
In our lives there were only comic books to read, but there was not much to laugh about in our many homes, and while nightmares pursued us and sweet dreams were denied us we were not forgotten!
The Sabbath hours can be a time to reflect on stories and songs, creating the peace that was missing in our lives.
We are promised a new song shall be placed in our hearts, one of comfort and joy!
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