Shunned At A Funeral - Bethlehem

Oh, he's who
I was born where the olive trees lean
Like old saints
Where the body bends low and the fig
Tree waits
Stone upon stone
This hill remembers
David's heart and
Jesse's embers
My mother sang songs as she
Swept the floor
And the stars wrote prophecies
Above our door
We breathe in dust.
We cradle the sky
This little town where kings
Learn to cry
Bethlehem my dust and crown.
Where the shepherd's night is glory bound
Cradle of
God in the cradle of lambs.
He
Came like the frost to our waiting hands.