The Little Bird

 

I walked the hills this morning.

My heart felt sad in me.

I heard a small bird singing

The sweetest melody.

 

It seemed to come from everywhere

I hunted high and low.

But where God's singer hid himself

Was not for me to know.

 

I thanked Him for the little bird

I thanked Him for the song

I thanked Him for the message heard

And then the bird was gone.

 

I know that my God loves me

He sent that bird you see,

To put a song within my heart

And set my spirit free.

 

~ Nancy M. Smith

 

...we were rescued

like a bird from

the fowler's snare...

Ps. 124:7