Or Lullaby for Kingdom Come
Come, my son. Bedtime.
And come, he did, though slower than she desired.
Climb under the covers. Leave the toys behind.
Beloved Son, your Father and I love you so much.
And we’re proud of you.
Let’s pick a lullaby prayer tonight. Which one shall we sing?
Oh Mama, can we do the one you sang with Tía Elizabeth?
The one about knees and tongues!
Indeed dear one. I’ll start and you follow.
My soul celebrates the Lord and
My spirit rejoices in God my deliverer
The Spirit of the Lord has overshadowed me,
He has anointed me, His Son,
To bring good news to the poor.
No longer call me Mara, but Blessed.
And give me the name Holy Deliverer
Of all creation’s knees and tongues
for I’ve done and will do great things.
The mother’s chorus:
You see your people, you hear
You promised deliverance to our
ancestors. Remember us!
Remember your strength and your mercy.
The Mighty One has sent me to bring
Freedom to prisoners:
The proud released from themselves
The powerful released from importance
The humble released from voicelessness
Both oppressed and oppressor
Those who stumble in darkness
Have seen a great light
And those who hunger and thirst
Will overflow with life.
The son’s chorus:
I see you my people, I hear
The time of my favor is upon us,
It’s now coming.
For my arm is strong and my mercy great.
They sang the choruses a few more times together,
each playing their part
And then softly continued to hum.
He closed his eyes, at peace, secure in
his mother’s love.
She sighed, heart heavy, and wrapped his body under the blanket for the long cold night.
As she left the room, the cat came to
stand guard, making sure no one
disturbed the small boy until morning.