As she holds her newborn child
Each touch a sign of perfect love
Pure and undefiled
Your voice is that of prophet
Who speaks in word and deed
And gives a voice to those
Whom the world has made to bleed
Your eyes are those of children
Who find joy in ev'ry day
Who see the world in wonder
And delight in it's display
Your breath is that of wind
As it whispers on the breeze
And touches all the earth
Reaching highs and depth of seas
Your feet are those of migrant
Who journeys with no end
Searching for a place of truth
Where love and life transcend
Your desire is of people
Who long for rest in you
And hope that one day by your grace
The earth will be anew
And your body is my body
I your hands your feet your song
I was made to light the world on fire
For to you, I belong
-C. O'Connell-
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