In a baby castle just beyond my eye My baby plays with angel toys that money just can't buy Who am I to wish him back into this world of sin? No, play on my baby, you have eternal life When all around is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes, I hear his silent footsteps come running to my side His gentle hands caress me so tenderly and sweet I breath a sigh and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other, I have known true glory, I am still his mother. By Doris Stokes