When my sons were babies, I would rock them in the middle of the night and sing/hum Flee As A Bird. It is a soft melancholy song with a nice rhythm for rocking gently in the nigh. A strange but soothing lullaby.
Flee as a Bird
Flee as a bird to your mountain, thou who art weary of sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain where you may wash and be clean.
Haste, then, th’Avenger is near thee; call, and the Savior will hear thee;
He on His bosom will bear thee; O thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.
He will protect thee forever, wipe every falling tear;
He will forsake thee, O never, sheltered so tenderly there.
Haste, then, the hours are flying, spend not the moments in sighing,
Cease from your sorrow and crying: The Savior will wipe every tear,
The Savior will wipe every tear.
Many years later, I learned that Mike had also sung the same song to them while rocking in the night.
Kathleen
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