Why do you sing like that, dear little bird?
Do you know by Someone you’ll be heard?
You cheerful voice is clear and pure and sweet,
The Lord with pleasure will your praises greet.
The air is cold and branches bare of leaves
To shield the wind, so heartily you cleave
To the twig that is your stage of choice
So you can sing out praises with your voice.
Patiently you wait for spring to come
to make again a nest with objects from
Around the ground so you can hatch your chicks
And show them all your birdly ways and tricks.
You teach them how to sing and how to fly,
And how to lift their tiny voices high
To join your praises of Almighty God,
And live the simple life of reverent awe.
December 17, 2023