A little lad, perhaps he’s five,
Climbs up the stairs to bed.
He kneels beside his tiny cot,
And softly bends his head.
“Dear God, help me to do things right,
To help those whom I see.
And those whom I can’t help, dear Lord,
Please help them, Lord, for me.
Bless Daddy as he works tonight.
He never makes a fuss.
Please keep him safe the whole night through,
Then bring him home to us.
Bless Mama, for she works so hard,
To make the house look bright.
Help me to make things easier,
By doing all things right.”
Then up he gets without a word,
And softly climbs in bed.
Upon the clean, white pillow case,
He lays his sleepy head.
And as his eyelids lightly close,
Against his rosy cheek,
He drifts away to slumberland,
With angels at his feet.