Birthing
City of Gold
Laden with diamonds
Fat with the ore of Ophir
Your day approaches
Even now, the first rays are upon you
Do not shrink
A glorious new life awaits you
But first you must endure
What child is born painlessly?
Oh, but a beautiful child!
Embrace your labor
Your Father brings Life
Faint not as he strips you
Weeping lasts for a night
But joy comes in the morning
It hurts to have your skirts lifted
Your shame for all to see
But it is for but a moment
Hold fast
Soon you will be clean
Your dragon skin slashed away
Soon your reputation will glimmer
Sought after, no longer deserted
For you are to be married
A bride in white
Washed in the blood of the lamb
Fit for his presence to dwell
To tabernacle in you
A pillar of could by day
Blazing with fire by night
Look up!
Your redemption draws near!
Stephen Pursell, 9/04, for Oroville