The sparrow served Him not as He was dying,
and so must hop from place to place.
The robin, seeing His suffering face,
pulled a thorn from His brow,
and wears His blood on his breast.
The swallow sang to to cheer Him on the cross.
The owl always signals loss,
he is the bird of darkness.
But the pure white dove, God's chosen one,
soars above the rest.
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