God Knows

"Now I lay" - "Repeat it, darling."

"Lay me," lisped the tiny lips

of my daughter kneeling,

bending o'er her folded fingertips.

"Down to sleep." - "To sleep" she murmured

and the curly head bent low.

- "I pray the Lord," I gently added,

"You can say it all, I know"

"Pray the Lord"- the sound came faintly, then fainter still - "My soul to keep."

Then the tired head fairly nodded

and the child was fast asleep.

But the dewy eyes, half opened

when I clasped her to my breast,

and the dear voice softly whispered

- "Mama, God knows all the rest"

Oh the trusting, sweet confiding

of the child heart.

Would that I thus might

trust my Heavenly Father,

He who hears my feeblest cry.