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