Two little birds met up one day
Sweet little birds, to sing away
What to-do, finding food
As gladly they played,
With wings all a-flay
Then up high they flew, singing pretty for you
Jesus loves you divine
So never to mind
There's all here in heaven
For you to find, where we fly so high
Near Him in the sky
We know He is true, He made us for you
He's as near as your heart
In the love He imparts
Be hushed in Him, in all that He is
Don't fret what you bear
For God's love is there
He's right where you are, He never departs
Oh, listen, our song, will tell you of Him
He cares for us all
And blessing He brings
Look up then anew
He's smiling on you
Look now be loved, then with us you'll sing
Soft Whispers of song from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry From The Heart
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song.
~Lou Holtz~
Be like the bird that,
passing on her flight awhile, on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath,
and yet sings, knowing that she hath her wings.
~Victor Hugo~
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
~Emily Dickenson~
Look at the birds of the air;
they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?
~Matthew 6:26~
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