A bird has wings, the little ones chirp, but what of the snake? Does he ever fake?
The zebra gallops, he crosses the plains, but what of the tiger? Is he in pain?
The salmon waits for the tide, but what of the bear? and his prize?
Death will lurk, death will reign, but what of love? Is it our bane?
We speak from each other, we speak for ourselves, we long to be heard like a small bird.
The zebra has stripes and so do we, a pattern of shame, we aren't to blame.
The salt of the earth a salmon seeks, the word of God, it preserves the meek.
We must work together against the tide, a work of love, for the least we strive.
Love conquers death with a breath, so speak from love, as Jesus wept.
The zebra gallops, he crosses the plains, but what of the tiger? Is he in pain?
The salmon waits for the tide, but what of the bear? and his prize?
Death will lurk, death will reign, but what of love? Is it our bane?
We speak from each other, we speak for ourselves, we long to be heard like a small bird.
The zebra has stripes and so do we, a pattern of shame, we aren't to blame.
The salt of the earth a salmon seeks, the word of God, it preserves the meek.
We must work together against the tide, a work of love, for the least we strive.
Love conquers death with a breath, so speak from love, as Jesus wept.