How about a poem this morning? Happy Saturday! Love to all!

All that’s good comes from my Father.
Ev’ry prayer His ears have heard.
As parents love their little ones,
I am my Father’s little bird.

When life hurts and I’m complaining,
Focusing on what’s occurred,
Then I remember, I forgot,
I am my Father’s little bird.

I choose you Lord, so I won’t stress,
because you love me with Your word.
When I am hungry, You provide.
I am my Father’s little bird.

©Christina Crute, 2021

With love from the Father to you,

Christina