Poetry: Joseph.I watch You sleep, little oneor shall I call You Little Lord?You curl up into me,and I meltWhy do You feel like a part of myself,When there is no part of me in You?Your Mother stirs and checks on You-I see her eyes betray awe,awe, pain and lovemostly loveI worry if I am enoughif all this is enough- Is a woodworker's home where You ought to be?A sigh escapes me,The worry and wonder never ceaseBut this I know-The Father makes no mistakes, &You were given to meso I vow -I will love You till the end of time,I will carry Your little feet over the stonesevery piece of wood I touch will bear Your nameYou will bless me, and I Youand be ever amazed by my good fortunethat my Savior chose meSo let them call me Joseph-Let them call me Joseph,protector of the Divine Child, blessed amongst all men.
I watch You sleep, little oneor shall I call You Little Lord?You curl up into me,and I meltWhy do You feel like a part of myself,When there is no part of me in You?Your Mother stirs and checks on You-I see her eyes betray awe,awe, pain and lovemostly loveI worry if I am enoughif all this is enough- Is a woodworker's home where You ought to be?A sigh escapes me,The worry and wonder never ceaseBut this I know-The Father makes no mistakes, &You were given to meso I vow -I will love You till the end of time,I will carry Your little feet over the stonesevery piece of wood I touch will bear Your nameYou will bless me, and I Youand be ever amazed by my good fortunethat my Savior chose meSo let them call me Joseph-Let them call me Joseph,protector of the Divine Child, blessed amongst all men.