(A Lesson From Creation)
Learn a bit from the birds, who neither toil nor spin,
nor take up a religion to cover their sin.
They don't sow nor reap, as we humans do,
but trusting the one who created them true,
they lift grateful voices before the sun dawns,
singing still, as they work on a nest for their spawn.
Birds sing in the darkness, awaiting the sun,
but we weep all the night hoping morning will come!
The morn's always always come, and we know that it will,
yet we languish as if we are hopeless still;
though we should be singing our praise like the birds,
lifting joyful voices, full of grateful words!
The birds chirp so cheerfully in those predawn hours,
awakening the earth, unfolding the flowers,
then comes the sun though cloaked in a shroud
bringing much needed rain in mist-laden cloud,
still light ushers forth, bringing end to the night,
and shadows give way to the coming of light.
So rises our SON, in the night of the soul,
bringing His light, making us whole;
though shrouded at times, in the blessing of rain,
His light makes mere shadows of all our pain.
We know that He'll come, we should not despair,
how can we forget that He'll always be there?
Like the birds, our praise should begin before Light!
For He is the Lord of the day and the night!
We should remember, taking pains to recall,
that He is the One who is LORD over All!
So sing, spirit, sing! Lift up grateful voice!
We serve the same Loving God! We should also rejoice!