Blessed Be Poem by Clara Keiper

Lay ye down my child
Blesses Be, Blessed Be
Till the night is gone
Blessed Be

By an old watch tower
very late at night
sat 100 soldiers
waiting for the light

And 100 soldier
for his mercy prayed
that 100 soldiers
would some how be saved

Lay ye down my child
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
till the night is gone
Blessed Be

there were hurt and wounded
They had fought the fight
someone would come to save them
at first morning light

they were all surrounded
by an angry crowd and
they thought by day light
they would all be down

Then 100 women
dressed in long white gowns
stood before them and they
face the crowd

Lay ye down my child
Blessed be, Blessed Be
till the night is gone
Blessed Be

When the night had lift
and the morning rose
there were no more women
in their long white robes

as the rescue party
came to take them home
the soldiers told them how the crowd
was overthrown

They had heard that
story several times before
Heard the women just stand there
and they stop the war

lay ye down my child
Blessed Be Blessed Be
when the night is over
Blessed be

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