IF I WERE A BIRD
IF I WERE A BIRD
BY ALICE MARAGLIA
10/25
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D SING OUT TO THE EARTH
MADE OF THE DUST I WAS BIRTHED.
ALIVE, AWOKEN, AIR IN MY LUNGS
A SONG TO THE CREATOR,
FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE.
AWAKE, AWAKE, MY FELLOW BEINGS
SHOUT TO THE LORD, FOR HE IS GREAT
MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, IS HE.
CREATED IN HIS IMAGE, BEAUTIFUL, LIKE HE
FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE.
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D FLY ABOVE THE SKIES
TO EVERY FOREIGN LAND, DECLARING
HIS MAJESTY, IN TRUMPETS, BLASTS!
HIS TIME IS NEAR, MOUNTING HIS HORSE,
FOR HIS BRIDE SO DEAR.
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D WANT TO SING
OUR BRIDEGROOM GOD, HE IS OUR KING
CLOTHED IN WHITE LINEN, DIPPED IN BLOOD
HE RIDES AMONGST THE CLOUDS,
WITH HIS ARMY OF HOSTS.
HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST, MY
SAVIOR, MY KING, TO WHAT DO
WE OWE YOU, FOR THE BLOOD
THAT WAS SHED. OUR HEARTS
SO PURE, WASHED, WHITE AS SNOW
IF I WERE A BIRD I'D WANT IT TO BE SO!
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