Oh birds from heaven where art thou this morn
\nFly to my feeding ground oh birds that I adorn
\nI cast out your portion as God does mine own
\nOh black birds come in that I may adorn<\/p>\n
I see the hawk flying high up over head
\nA circling round my black birds as if they are prey
\nOh yes I must remember he is God’s creation too
\nAnd he too must be fed as my black birds and I do<\/p>\n
Quickly my black birds grasp their piece of life
\nWhile watching and waiting and ready for flight
\nWhen all of a sudden the preditor swoops in
\nTo grasp the weakest and fly off into the wind<\/p>\n
The beauty of your creation Lord, can only be observed
\nIn the quietness of my meditation and seeking those things observed
\nCome teach me this morning and fill my cup with your love
\nAnd help me see the joy you promised in your living word<\/p>\n
I Love You Father, Oh birds from heaven where art thou this morn Fly to my feeding ground oh birds that I adorn I cast out your portion as God does mine own Oh black birds come in that I may adorn I see … Continue reading
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