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Graham Kendrik: Thorns in the straw (1990)

1.Since the day the angel came / it seemed that everything had changed, / the only certain thing / was the child that moved within / on a road that wound not end / winding down to Bethlehem. / So far away from home.

2.Just a blanket on the floor / in a vacant cattle stall: / there the child was born, / she held him in her arms / and as she layed him down to sleep / she wondered will it always be / so bitter and so sweet.
And did she see there / in the straw by his head / a thorn / and did she smell myrrh / in the air of a starry night …

3.Then the words of ancient seers / tumbled down the centuries: / “a virgin shall concieve / – god with us – prince of peace – / man of sorrows” strangest name! / O Joseph, there it comes again: / so bitter yet so sweet.

4.And a she watched him through the years / her joy was mingled with her tears / and she’d feel it all again, / the glory and the shame. / And when the miracels began / she wondered: who is this man, / and where will this all end.
And did she see there / in the straw by his head / a thorn and did she smell myrrh/ in the air of a starry night. / And did she hear angels sing / not so far away / till at last the sun / rose bloodred in the morning sky …

5.’Til against the darkening sky / the son she loved was lifted high, / and within his dying breath / she heard him say: “father, forgive!” / And to the criminal beside: / “Today with me in paradise!” / So bitter, yet so sweet.
And did she see there / in the straw by his head / a thorn and did she smell myre/ in the air of a starry night. / And did she hear angels sing / not so far away / till at last the sun / rose bloodred in the morning sky …