Little Bird

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

Hatchlings, Birds, Nest, Blackbirds

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


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