Children in My Lap

Holy, holy, holy,

My children in my lap:

I sing slowly.

Quietly we nap,

And I wrap my arms around them,

My children in my lap.

“Sing the song again,”

My little boy asks.

And I wrap my arms around them.

I’ve abandoned all my tasks

To sing:

My little boy asks.

I am here before the King,

And the children He has lent me now,

To sing.

With my life, my lap, my song, I bow:

Holy, holy, holy!

And to the children He has lent me now,

I sing slowly.