Pregnant with Fire

O burning bush, Pregnant with flame, Tell us your secret. What is your name?

To earth you cling, From soil you grow, Yet brightly you shine With heaven's glow.

Though filled with fire, A sight profound, No ashes blacken Your holy ground.

From you comes forth The Word of Him Who fills with His life Your every limb.

O burning bush, Pregnant with flame, Tell us your secret. What is your name?