Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Just A Little Bird






Were I just a little bird somewhere beneath Your sky

And I, I could only reach for You

With wings much too small to fly


Still You would ask the winds to bear me up

And reach down to me with careful hands

And with gladness fill my cup


Flying is a difficult art

Yet requires no physical skill

It requires only that you trust

And lay your life in the Father’s will


So lift me up above the stormy winds

Lift me up above my fears

Banish the night into the dawn

And wipe away my broken tears


Even when my heart is shattered

When I can’t tell dark from light

You still direct my footsteps

And chase away the night


No father could be wiser

More loving or wholly wise

When I learn to place my trust in You

And ignore the evil lies

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