Let his legs give out from running
Before weakness comes and he compromises.
It’s time to lay his head to rest
Before the sun sinks and the moon rises.
Relieve the soreness from his heart
Before it is consumed by hate and despises.
The shepherd boy’s cries echo in the night
Sorrowful and mournful, yet still hope arises.
But he is, at once, put at peace
Hearing his Father’s sweet-sounding lullabies.