Hymn of Joy

Perched among the branches high

Awaiting the silent cue

Long-stemmed crimson feathers lie

Against the sky, bright blue

Silent, waiting with the rest

Bird choirs, standing by

Then donkey brays a song request

The time is drawing nigh

First gentle, welcoming, their song

Then louder, quicker strains

Mixed with baby's cries belong

Their joyous glad refrain

~~by Laura Kyle~~

Welcome to the world, Baby Jesus!