from the album Please_Stand_By

(c) 1986 Fesarius Publications



I wonder how my world can live with all the pain she harbors.

Sleep (sleep, sleep) my weary world (my weary world).

And I'm scared of how long it may last, and just how soon it all could end,

And I wish the power to stop it all could rest within my hands.

I see her people dying for such bold and bloody causes.

Sleep (sleep, sleep) my weary world (my weary world).

And the bodies of the innocent are washed up on the lengthening shore,

While the rising tide of history just ebbs and flows again.



Chorus:

Oh, make me a cradle (make me a) to rock my weary world (cradle)

Make me a gentle voice (make me a voice)

to soothe her when she weeps (to soothe her)

Make my arms strong enough (make my arms strong)

to hold her when she wakes (to hold her)

And make me a lullaby so sweet and fine that I can sing my weary world to sleep.



I wish that I could smooth away her jagged shards of hatred.

Sleep (sleep, sleep) my weary world (my weary world).

And though my hands may bleed and burn, I'll hold my broken world to me,

Until her ugly scars have healed and peace may reign again.



And if her fighting will not stop, I'll hold her that much closer

And sing my lullaby above the noise and pain of war.

And if her bleeding I can't staunch, I'll bleed along beside her,

But I will not let her go, no, I'll never let her go ...

And when the stars have all burned out, I'll sing to her in darkness.

Sleep (sleep, sleep) my weary world (my weary world).

And pray a tender god may find me, huddled in the dark and cold,

And grant the precious world I shelter one more chance to live.

And may God grant my precious world another chance to love.



Make me a lullaby so sweet and fine that I can sing my weary world to sleep.