A mother's lullaby becomes a star
To lead the earth to be peace-beautiful.
Lilies will bloom where swords dissolve--How far
Away the hour? How near this miracle?
O mothers, answer: Lift your eyes, and sing
The song of love, to bid small fingers curled
About your own reach upward to the King
That He may help them build a tomorrow's world.
Sing gently; kindle high, white fires to burn
Within the heart; give sons in youth the rod
Of flaming faith that they grow strong to turn
Back waters of the sea ... and lead to God.
For faith implanted through a lullaby
Will flame to blazon PEACE upon the sky!