Thorn Birds
awaken early dawn
while
i
go to tell the storm
sing the birds of thorns
thorn birds this time
i
know
when
i
hear their mating calls
and
thorn birds build their nests
with so much clarity young born
while
sweet Jesus walked beyond the dead
with the crown of thorns, and blood
dripping down his head
still, the crown of thorns rests upon Jesus’ head
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