In the Early Morning, Comes

My child was born this morning at nine
while angels kept watch
dancing in time

She raised up for a moment maybe, or two
we heard heaven sounding
we knew it was true

She lay in the arms
of new mother this babe
cocooned in loves warmth
like a star that won't fade

As the sunrise expected
we awaited her coming
while angels kept watch
their instruments humming

This moment of time
frozen, so still as to say
"I am coming world..."
queue the trumpets and play

With a deafening sound
a renewed sense of meaning
this child of mine
of whom I've been dreaming