humming bird sings

{an insta-post}

so i’ve decided to sing at an open mic night tonight in downtown berkeley. it’s a famous stage and i’ve run out of excuses, so i’ll be sharing a song i’ve written during this advent. i’m hoping that my neighbor will come and help me take the whole ordeal less seriously. as long as i’ve known him, his yang to my yin has frustrated and inspired me and i’m hoping for the latter this evening. ha. the yin that i am is much too perfectionistic to upload my mediocre bathroom recording, but i thought i’d at least share the lyrics to my carol. this song was one of the more difficult ones i’ve written this year, and it really felt as though i’d given birth. ha.

the context is drawn from several different places, but the strongest catalyst is from the seventh chapter of mark. Jesus’ cousin John, who was born to declare the coming messiah, has been jailed because he keeps proclaiming a kingdom. though filled with the Holy Spirit from his mother’s womb, John is now consumed with doubt. he sends messengers to Jesus to inquire if the story is really true: are you the One who is to come, or should we wait for another? Jesus’ response is gentle and firm and objective and telling. as recorded in the sacred text, he responds in the following way:

“Go and tell John what you have seen and heard; the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have good news preached to them. And blessed is the one who is not offended by me.” {Luke 7:22-23}

so here is the way i interwove his words into the story of his coming – when the God who is eternal gave himself a birthday and an eye color and olive skin and toenails. i guess i hope you enjoy it ha.

Blinded men receive their sight – this night
Heralded by angel light – the infant Christ

And blessed is she who believes what the Lord speaks
Blessed is he, unoffended by the God-King

The leper and the lame proclaim the Healer’s reign
Born this night is the lamb who takes away

And blessed is she who believes what the Lord speaks
Blessed is he, unoffended by the God-king

This night,
The dead are raised to life
The poor & the hard of hearing slip into white.
This baby is him whom you seek,
Setting captives free
Laying down his royalty
This night,
The gift of every man wraps himself in skin
Let the end begin – this night

what the heck, help yourself to my mediocre recording: click here.

merry christmas.

~ b

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