You are the light in morning bloom
wrapped in love, no hint of gloom.
Heaven smiles with every breath—
you are safe, in life, and in death.

Little hands, so pure and free
held by One you cannot see.
But his touch is soft and near
in each joy and every tear.

Sunlight dances when you sigh
angles hum you a lullaby.
Child of grace, in Him you rest—
cradled close, forever blessed.