Saviour Child from Whitestone by Peregrine

Enslaved under foreign kings
A funeral bell every hour rings
Of a people knelt in prayer
Of a people in despair
The cries of a thousand lives
Echoes through the cosmic night
And the voice of the God of light
Rings out in a mothers mind
Take my child
My child
Take my child
Father

Queen knelt over bathing springs
In a palace of precious things
Basket of a future king
Drifts up to a cygnet ring
But on his soul a mark was made
From his maker till the grave
Of a purpose he would serve
Of a people he would save
Take my child
My child
Take my child
Father

Mother weeps under towering cross
Mother weeps over perfect loss
Mother weeps for the child she bore
Who grew up to be the God of gods
Mother weeps for the child she lost
Mother weeps for the child she got
Mother weeps for the joy of saints salvation and the burning bush
Take my child
My child
Take my child
Father

Kneeled in prayer
A father weeps
In the binds of despair
Of the world his son will see
Take my child
My child
Take my child
Father

On the verge of a reckoning
The saints cry for delivering
And in the silent evening they see everything
Muskets through a perfect home
Muskets sing a hellish tone
Mother with dying moan
Says you'll never be alone
Take my child
My child
Take my child
Father

The sky opens
The stars align
The trumpet calls
Seraphim ride
The angels sing
And the father cries
Behold the Christ
The Lord and God of light
Take my child
My child
Take my child
My successor

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