BirdSong

Make my day

It’s not even dawn yet

And you’re ready to play

Open window season

Primavera, yes!

When I can’t sleep

God sends you to sing to me

I’m so grateful, for

A smile in the night

Gifts from the Giver, my Giver

So that’s why you’re not sleeping,

little feathery ones

Who needs beauty rest

When such beauty abounds

A symphony of sounds

Pre-dawn bird song

Who are you that you do his bidding?

A great example, that’s who

Thank you, Lord

For teaching me more each day

thru birds and song

Not just one

Now there’s more

You know they sing for me

They know they sing for You

Thank you, Papa

For sitting in the audience with me

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord” (Psalm 150:6)