The Gift

A poor orphan girl named Maria Was walking to market one day She stopped for to rest by the road side Where a bird with a broken wing lay A few moments passed till she saw it For it feathers were covered with sand And soon clean and wrapped it was traveling In the warmth of Maria's small hand She happily gave her last peso On a cage made of rushes and twine She fed it loose corn from the market And watched it grow stronger with time Now the gift giving service was coming And the chruch shone with tinsel and light And all of the town folk brought presents To lay by the manger that night There were diamonds incense and perfumes And packages fit for a king But for one ragged bird in a small cage Maria had nothing to bring She waited till just before midnight So no one would see her go in And crying she knelt by the manger For her gift was unworthy of him Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness Maria what brings you to me If the bird in the cage is your offering Open the door let me see So she trembled she did as he asked her And out of the cage the bird flew Soaring up into the rafters On a wing that had healed good as new And just then the midnight bells rang out And the little bird started to sing A song that no words could recapture For it's beauty was fit for a king Now Maria felt blessed just to listen To that cascade of notes sweet and long As her offering was lifted to heaven By the very first nightingale's song