Come, Meet My Son Poem by john (called jack) wren

Be still my son
I was there at your birth,
Be still
As I watch your tears and mirth,
Be still
As you learn to walk and speak,
Be still
As you start to search and seek,
Be still
Your time has come to grow,
Be still
When you start to reap and sow,
Be still
It's time for your children to come,
Be still
Take rest, your toil is done,
Be still
Now your old and the end is near,
Be still, for I am here,
You have lived your life in love
Receive My Greatest Gift,
Come, meet My Son.