There’s a burning in the bush,
Whisper in the hush,
Quiet murmur bidding child come.
Come on child, join the train
That takes you to where all your stains
Are wept over no longer;
To a place that makes you stronger.
Come and see this burning bush
And listen hard for whispered hush.
Heat from flames that don’t consume,
Cast a light throughout the gloom
And doom of barren landscape.
Balms to heal the burns and scrapes
Of every fall and run-in.
Come on child, come in.