Cherish the Baby

This baby you hold, hold close to your bosom.

For the enemy prowls to steal from the Chosen.

He seeks after your young, the life you've been given.

So just as Mary, hold your baby so close. 

Cherish it deep in your heart. 

Never once take it lightly, 

never once toss it aside.

Hold it, care for it, cherish it through the night.

The enemy would love if you put down your sword.

"If you would just stop singing!" is what he says with a scorn.

So he has sought to silence you, oh but is he in for a fright!

He doesn't know what he's messed with, like picking a fight!

He tried to silence you, darling, 

but in the end he's going to be sorry!

For you are a giant in this land of the Greats. 

And this is a GREAT time for those who are awake! 

So whatever you do, don't give him the satisfaction. 

You're not ever to please him,

don't give in to distraction!

And don't let him silence or pull you away.

That's all he can even do, 

he can't have you or own you in anyway! NO WAY!

You are MINE! So sing out! 

Let your voice hit the timbre that rings just right.

For you are a songbird and that's what they do! 

So sing and sing until the enemy turns blue! 

So blue in the face! 

Your song is a death march 

for him and his minions.

So, don't stop! My darling, SING OUT!