This little poem was commissioned by composer Dan Forrest to replace the text of his previously-published “Basque Lullaby” with a Christmas text.  I have always been fascinated by the juxtaposition of the little baby and the future sacrifice he will make--in the words of a favorite Amy Grant song, “Fragile fingers sent to heal us,/ Tender brow prepared for thorn,/ Tiny heart whose blood will save us,/ Unto us is born!”  Wow.

A CHRISTMAS LULLABY

© 2010 by Charles Anthony Silvestri

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Rest now my sweeting,

Oh my Child, open your eyes!

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Angel voices softly singing

Carols for their newborn King.

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Whisper and sigh,

Lullaby, Lullaby, Lullaby.

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Silently waiting,

All creation greets the Child;

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Holy Child, fulfill our longing,

Our foretold salvation bring.

Lullaby, Lullaby,

Whisper and sigh,

Lullaby, Lullaby, Lullaby.

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