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,
