Tomorrrow Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Tomorrrow
The curtains are over in the
darkness of night.
Baby is sleeping now in his
cradle of white.
Tomorrow is Christening Day,
Church hymns will be sung
and Holy waters sprinkled
on the head of the little one,
and names carefully chosen
bestowed on the child...
lasting through his lifetime
heartfelt and undefiled.
Now baby will lay in
his cradle of rest,
the ceremony ended
and the infant forever blest.
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