(April Moriarty invited me to be a guest artist at "An Alpine Christmas," a lovely tradition in my home town that is hosted by April and Todd McCabe. She asked me to write a song for the evening, and I wrote this.)

Thank You for the baby star in the sky.
Thank You for the baby cry on the breeze.
Thank You for the baby tear in my eye.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

Thank You for the baby sigh in the night.
Thank You for the baby promise it breathes.
Thank You for the lady holding Him tight.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

There is love like a lion, hope like a storm,
cold like the grave in that cradle so warm,
and strength in the seedling like an ocean of trees.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

Thank You for the baby lambs on the hill.
Thank You for the stable, and kings on their knees.
Thank you for the angels, calling me still.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

There is love like a lion, hope like a storm,
cold like the grave in that cradle so warm,
and strength in the seedling like an ocean of trees.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

You gave the Gracegiver to me, least of these.
Thank You for the baby Jesus.

(This is dedicated to a lady I loved onstage in "The Music Man." Not long after the run of the show, she died. Yesterday, 6 March 2008, I paused at her grave up on Cemetery Hill. Carved on the headstone is the logo somebody made up for our show, a little trumpet-playing guy riding atop an enormous French horn, like somebody riding one of those nineteenth-century bicycles with the huge front wheel. The song was first released on the album "Prayers" and re-recorded for the album "Love Songs." Lastly, it was included on the retrospective album "Spiritual" in its original demo recording, the simplest.)


A ONCE BROKEN LOVE

A once broken love,
a dove's broken song,
the pieces of laughter we lost,
a rainbow we watched too long,

a once broken song,
with all broken strings--
when morning is spoken again,
they'll all be unbroken things.

     Now the dark falls between us.
     Now we can't see each other so well,
     and there's so much too tell--
     so much we forgot to say.

But this broken love,
with these broken wings,
will never be broken again--
will ever be flying.