Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Wish

 Oh, I wish I was a bird
   as a bird can be;
singing, chirping in the tree;
   flying and being free.
And if it was time for me to die,
   then I will die as am I.
From dust I came and to dust I return,
   but freer than ever foregone.
I love you as a bird and praise God for you.
   Because you, as a human, are special to me.
My singing and chirping in the tree
   are a praise to God for His wonderful seed.
 Don’t ever forget, friend, that God loves you.
  And if you do, just look at me.
   God takes good care of me;
     even though I am the most
      fragile of His creativity!

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