I don't want to lay her down to sleep,
Though I hear her gentle breathing,
I want this day to last forever,
With my baby in my arms.
I don't want to close my eyes,
And have to wait until tomorrow,
By her cradle I could kneel,
Until the light of a new day.
But another day dawns,
And the tiny arms quiver,
As she cries for the breast,
That will nourish her pain.
But as each new morn breaks,
And I quickly grow older,
I will pray I will be strong,
For the child of promise.
I had waited for so long,
As the world changed oh, so quickly,
So the aged ones all passed on,
And little boys became strong men.
And as the seasons turned around,
We forgot that we grew older,
But our time, it grew much shorter,
And our strength turned into dust.
But another day dawns,
I see the smile of my baby,
And she says her first words,
And she takes her first steps.
But as each new morn breaks,
Though I quickly grow older,
I will pray to be strong,
For the child of promise.
I hope I'll be able to protect her,
Raise her noble, good and true,
Most of all, that she'll know my Saviour,
For I know He'll bring her through.
Now I dream she stands before me,
A lovely daughter, fully grown,
Even though I'm aged and feeble,
I can hear her whispered words.
Yet another day dawns,
I see a woman sitting by me,
Now she says her final words,
And she holds me in her arms.
For as the new morn finally breaks,
And I will never more be older,
I will stand before Him there,
As the child of promise.
