Birthsong
sing,
oh you birds on a wing
and a prayer
a serpent's lair
talk,
oh you parrots of doubt
doubting all
as you stumble and fall
cry,
oh you babes in the night
suckling lips
in cuddling arm grips
rise,
oh you Son of the morn
with a flaming head
from earthen mist bed
hark,
oh you angels that sing
of a babe in a manger
amidst a world
of murderous danger
sing,
oh you choirs below
of a Lamb on a throne
amidst witnesses prone
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