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!