Owen Stroud

blonde pigtailed head
snuggled in bed
blue eyes so seriously
study each flick of the strings
you’ve done your routine
you’re scrubbed fresh and clean
you’ve gone through your questions
and now there’s one last thing you need

so you ask me for one
well I’ll sing you two, little Lucy
hey, let’s make it three
as you drift off to sleep, little Lucy
I’ve no need to move on
I could sit here till dawn
and keep watch with song, little Lucy

the world is so large
and you are so small
so much could happen
and you try to make sense of it all
but fear not little dear
our Savior is near
let His love surround you
as close as these faithful old songs

and you ask me for one
well I’ll sing you two, little Lucy
hey, let’s make it three
as you drift off to sleep, little Lucy
I’ve no need to move on
I could sit here till dawn
and keep watch with song, little Lucy

now I spend most nights
playing tunes that I write
to entertain strangers
and make token efforts bear fruit
but quite honestly
I’d rather be
back in that room where
I strum in a corner chair
whispering old hymns
just for you

so good night little one
let’s pretend the sun
isn’t still glowing
and beaming through curtains behind you
for soon in the dark
the moon and the stars
will hum these songs with me
and you may join if you would like to

and you ask me for one
well I’ll sing you two, little Lucy
hey, let’s make it three
as you drift off to sleep, little Lucy
I’ve no need to move on
I could sit here till dawn
and keep watch with song, little Lucy

I’ve no need to move on
I could sit here till dawn
and keep watch with song, little Lucy