Born in the rocks of Bethlehem

 

Born in the rocks of Bethlehem

a new and airy melody.

Sung with Heaven's accompaniment,

in peaceful harmony.

 

A quit song, so soft and low,

with meaning at its core.

No one who hears it can express

a need for something more.

 

Songs of songs of other days

recede in Heaven's wake.

Yesterday's hopes and poems spoke

fulfilled in just this way.

 

Heavenly beings with celestial strings

plucked in lasting rhyme.

A music's voice of gold notes played,

and reed to keep its time.

 

Brass, all muted, quiets be,

the hymn a lullaby.

A Mother's Babe in stable lays.

Hush Babe, don't you cry.