Birthing

To tabernacle in you

Fit for his presence to dwell

Washed in the blood of the Lamb

A bride in white

For you are to be married

Sought After, No Longer Deserted

Hold fast

Soon you will be clean

Your dragon skin slashed away

Soon your reputation will glimmer

But it is for but a moment

Your shame for all to see

It hurts to have your skirts lifted

But joy comes in the morning

Weeping lasts for a night

Faint not as he strips you

Your Father brings Life

Embrace your labor

Oh, but a beautiful child!

What child is born painlessly?

But first you must endure

A glorious new life awaits you

Your day approaches

Even now, the first rays are upon you

Do not shrink

Fat with the ore of Ophir

Laden with diamonds