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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.
Christ’s 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 robins’ breasts are scarlet
So long as time shall be,
And the angels sing in Heaven
To hymn their gallantry.