Death's Deep Slumber

Far from sight
In the darkest night.
Rest a babe
In death's deep slumber.

He no longers cries.
He moves no more.

Death's door has openned,
And stole his soul.

A mother weeps
For a babe
Not might for her.

He goes to peace
In a gentle manner.

He hurts no longer.
His whimpers gone.

Sorrow is felt.
The babe goes on.

Heaven's gates await.
He goes to the Father.

But he doesn't stay for long.
Another mother calls.

Never will she see....
His little angel wings.