Safe within the ultra-scan I was barely visible Asleep in a manger Until Herod killed me With ten latex swords. After I was born I was barely visible Sour breasts from a sweet Mother Who sang of a Mocking Bird That never came. When I was twelve my Dad showed me Jesus but I saw a carpenter dying on a cross he carved? So I could be forgiven For pending sins. When I was twelve My God was born in Texas She weighed two pounds four ounces And crucified my devils By the time I was thirty. Some babies are born old They have lived a hundred lives Searching to be found And dying lost For they were alive to be dead again. I have loved her always From dust to flesh to Texas And now I have a home in her The door is locked But I am visible.