In The Cradle Of My heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In The Cradle of My Heart.

-A collaboration by
Glynda Duncan and MFB III



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAlf7wI0x28




In an orphanage created,
close to heaven's prettiest views,
where many soft clouds cuddle infants
God's sweetest angels gather to.....
care for babies gone too early,
amidst their giggles and their coos.

Placebo mothers rock them gently,
in cradled wings, each fresh from birth
miscarriages and those aborted,
all of the sorrows sent from earth.

Forever young, laughing and bright eyed,
each baby grows wings of its own,
just tiny stars across the night skys,
sweet butterflies around God's throne....
waiting for Mama to come home.

Chorus-

I will forever rock you
in the cradle of my heart
as you travel my sweet lil' one
to where baby angels play
most folks only see an angel
when it's time for life to part
but me.... I got to hold one
till you quietly slipped away.

So spread your tiny angel wings,
heaven's just one cloud away,
until that great reunion when
we'll meet again some day...
there's a path of tiny roses
leading you to heaven's door
with baby's breath and ribbons
for you in a wee bouquet.

I'll think of you each time I dream,
of all the love we'll share,
your fluttering tiny angel wings.....
will always take me there.

Don't be afraid my darling
as God's best angels care for you
tickling your toes
they'll soothe your woes,
and love you as I do.

Chorus-

Here on earth I'll always rock you
in the cradle of my heart
as you travel my sweet lil' one
to where baby angels play
most folks only see an angel
when it's time for life to part
but me.... I got to hold one
till you quietly slipped away.



A collaboration by Glynda Duncan and MFB III

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Sa`ge 6 years ago from Barefoot Island

This is so beautiful, full of love and compassion. Oh so sweet and gentle. Thank you both for this most cherished piece, I can hear the flutter of little angle wings. Mahalo and aloha :D hugs :D


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Another awesomely beautiful work of love. God bless MFB!


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is so precious.Your poetic ability is astounding.I love every line you write.Thank you Glynda.

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