Baby's Blanket    A baby is born and home he will come Wrapped in a blanket, so special and warm And as the child grows, with that blanket he'll sleep All cuddled and warm, with comfort counting sheep Later, as a toddler, baby's blanket he'll drag Everywhere he goes, a friend it becomes Just a touch of that blanket, blesses his heart Dries a tear from his eye, and makes him feel good inside A time will come when baby's blanket is gone All alone in this world, he is upright and strong With problems attacking, and distress deep within He remembers the peace, that baby's blanket did give So reaching way up - into the clouds far above He touches a cloth, so precious - it's true Far dearer to him, than baby's blanket it is The cloth that he touches, brings peace and great joy Like the blanket to the baby - soothing with love This gives him contentment through the holy Dove For the cloth that he touches - is the Savior's hem (written by Gail Batton - #23 - 5/18/90) Back to Poem Back to Home