Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,
All through the night.
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.
Dear Oxford, you and your family have taken about the worst shock that life can deal you. But little Michael is in God's arms now. It's no use questioning why his life was cut short. Now is the time to have your own faith of a little child and know that one day all will be made clear to you. That's how I and others survive through unexplainable deaths. May God surround you and your family with his angels, workers, and ministering spirits to carry you all through these days and the years to come. Please come back here and tell us how you and your family are doing. Heartfelt regards