God’s Songbirds

Susan Irene Fox

My Lord is here beside me still;

I hear him in the morning trill

of songbird love and cadenced calls,

the hummingbird clicks musical, sounds my heart fills.

I love the morning hours when

I hear the cardinal, the wren,

and know God’s looking in my eyes,

“Good morning, you’re my treasured prize.” I say, “Amen.”

The cool and quiet hours of morn

remind me that I’m now reborn.

I have His heart inside of mine

from where inside His light will shine, God’s love adorned.

In the midst of serenade

‘tween morning sunrise and last shade

the praise of robin’s whistle lifts

my heart to heaven’s cherished gifts; God’s grace I prayed

Today my troubles melt away

while melodies and hymns display

the love of God’s sweet tenderness

His mercy and his graciousness; feather bouquet.

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