Fr. Cecil Champneys Burnham

1914 - 2002

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THE ROBIN

They took our Lord to Calvary

To hang Him on a tree,

And the angels wept in Heaven

His suffering to see.

 

Then they nailed Him to its branches

As cruelly as could be,

And the angels wept in Heaven

His agony to see.

 

A crown of thorns they plaited Him

With savage mocking glee,

And the angels wept in Heaven

Such wickedness to see.

 

The sharp thorns pierced the loving head

Of Him Who died for me,

And the angels wept in Heaven

His sacrifice to see.

 

Then Gabriel sent some little birds

To pluck those sharp thorns free,

And the angels smiled in Heaven

Those small brown birds to see.

 

Christís blood upon each tiny breast

Was red as red could be,

And the angels gazed in wonder

At such a sight to see.

 

Now all robinsí breasts are scarlet

So long as time shall be,

And the angels sing in Heaven

To hymn their gallantry.

 

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