In early morn, before the break of dawn
Outside, chirping little birds seem to stay
Through my window they sound so merrily
How I wonder what they say.
Are they praising the Lord
And thanking Him for another day
Or are they saying "Good Morning"
As their family and friends pass by the way.
Are they calling out to other birds
To say, here's food a plenty
As their little voices softly echo
To the distant flock of many.
Soon their chirping seems to stop
There's silence in the air
They must have flown away
So free without care.
Have you ever wondered
A line or a verse of their sweet song
The value of their hidden treasure
For we none can sing along.
Sometimes there's a distinction
In their midst we hear a sorrowful song
In the shadow of their merriment
As though something has gone wrong.
An amazement of God's creation
A beauty so ultimately rare
Vivid colors beyond comparison
With the flight of wings so fair.
So often they lightly perch
Upon the tree's shaky limb
To sing their melodious song
Only known to God and them.

Danna Marie Robinette



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Matthew 6:26  Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not,
neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly
Father feedeth them.  Are ye not much better than they?



Midi: Soul Echoes

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By: Bruce DeBoer ~ Music Of The Heart

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