I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see...”
She opened her eyes when Robbie stopped crying. He was laying on his back in the crib staring up at her, his face red from screaming.
Smiling she leaned down and watched him. He was no longer kicking his legs, but appeared to have been startled into silence.
“Was Grace that taught my heart to fear
And Grace, my fears relieved
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed...”
Robbie stared up at her with bright eyes as she lifted her voice.
“Through many dangers, toils and snares
We have already come
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far
And Grace will lead us home
And Grace will lead us home...”
Robbie lifted his chubby arms for Rosaline to pick him up.
She bent down and lifted him out of the crib as he wrapped his arms around her neck and lay his head on her chest.
“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see...”
She lowered her voice and sang quietly as she carried him to the rocking chair and sat down.
“Was blind, but now I see...”
She gently rocked him back and forth against her chest as his eyes grew heavy and shut. She began to hum the words softly when she felt his little warm body completely relax against her.
Grateful tears were threatening to spill over as she held the sleeping child against her chest.
“Amazing Grace...”she sang quietly as Robbie slept. Rosaline smelt his hair and kissed the top of his head.
Chapter Fifteen
Thomas lay awake in his bed staring at the ceiling, as he’d become accustomed to doing after waking up every night from his occurring dream. Every night in his dream he ran and tried to call out, but the woman holding the pieces of his busted guitar would not turn.
His thoughts drifted to the real woman in his life. Life on the ranch had settled into an easy rhythm in the past month. Rosaline had managed to bond with Robbie, and bounced him happily on her hip as she did all her chores throughout the day.
Pushing back the covers, he got out of bed. He hadn’t had a drink in over a month, something that was he both proud of and annoyed at. His lips were parched, and he needed a drink of cool water.
Thomas gingerly made his way down the hall. There was a gentle light pouring from the nursery. Inside he could hear Rosaline speaking in a quiet voice. He wondered if his father was up. He had noticed that his father had taken a fatherly interest in her.
