Naked As The Day I Was Born Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll no more condemn a living soul or the dead
I'll sleep in your arms, a child of Bethlehem
and know no other manger-I-can lay my head.
To rest in your arms, I'll give up all this blaspheme
go bed and repose; I'll take off all these clothes
and feel I was, granted all I ever desired.
Naked as the day I was born, eat fishes and loaves
and take my fill of you forever unexpired
such is all I ask when I lay down next to you
my word is my bond, Lord-what's-left to misconstrue?