Sacred

Choral score

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Text:

“I was like a father holding you in my arms” 
Book of Hosea 


a starry sky is in my arms 

I hear my breathing--now not only mine 
each dawn is different now that you are here 

sometimes I stare at you, sometimes I tremble 
I stand above you, my head a moon 
and you down there on the sweet straw 

each dawn is different now that you are here 
I hear my breathing, now not only mine

all my dreams for you, wondering 
who you might be, how far you may have come 
to be with us

each dawn is different now that you are here 

sometimes I feel among waves too steep, 
my boat too small 
for these wide hands to have made

when I’ve been working, when the sun is low, 
I sink into the stream and lie there, pale as stone 
and still this burning that I feel 
so deep inside me

how are you mine, child? 
how are you ever mine?

I am like a father 
I am like a father

so let the old Joseph die, the new be born 
hold high this lantern for the world to see-- 
this child, this light, this saving one

a starry sky within my arms (O heart)
each dawn is different now that you are here

- Michael Dennis Browne
Used with permission.