O God, can you spare an angel to watch over the lineage of daughters of the mothers whose laps were stolen by slavery? Don’t turn away from a new generation of women whose laps are being stolen by poverty and exhaustion and economic oppression. God, toll the bell on laps put to work to nurture the children of those who make it so that there will always be a caste of mothers robbed of the choice to rock and sing and blow sweet kisses and offer lap time to their own children. Amen.
Sing sweet and low a lullaby till angels sing, "Amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem. While wise ones follow through the night a star that beckons them - a mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem. "A little child shall lead them," - the prophet said of old. Through storm and tempest, heed them until the bell is tolled. Sing sweet and low a lullaby till angels sing, "Amen." A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem. (Larry Stock and Alfred Bryan, songwriters. 1952)
A Voice In Ramah 