A Baby's Secret I'm just a little person; And I didn't quite make it there; I went straight to be with Jesus And I'm waiting for you here. Don't you fret about me, Mommy, I'm of all God's lambs most blest. Bur Our Shepherd knows what's best. Many dwelling here where I live Waiting years to enter in; Struggled through a world of sorrow And their lives were marred with sin. So sweet Mommy don't you sorrow, Chase the gloom and wipe the tears; I went straight to Jesus' bosom May your heartache disappear.