The Gift - Nashville Voices

A poor orphan girl named Maria

Was walking to market one day

She stopped for a rest by the roadside

Where a bird with a broken wing lay

A few moments passed till she saw it

For it's feathers were covered with sand

But 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 Christmas Eve service was coming

And the church shone with tinsel and light

And all of the townfolk brought presents

To lay by the manger that night

There were diamonds and incense and perfumes

In 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 could 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

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

Just then the midnight bells rang out

And the little bird started to sing

A song that no words could recapture

Whose 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