Wed, May 23rd - 7:40AM
BIRDSONG I hear the sound of traffic as it passes by I hear the sound of a plane as it flies thru the darkened sky But then I hear the sound of birdsong in the night And I wonder when will it take flight I wonder why this bird sings so early The dawn is still hours away, surely I think this bird, he has it all wrong It is way too early to start his song Then I get to thinking as I study the stars in the sky Maybe it is not so early as I think of why His song cuts through the darkness Could it be he sings, to remind us? He says look at me, this is what I should do I sing to give thanks and welcome, how about you? Should you not give thanks to the One who made you too? And I pondered the question as off he flew As I thought, I heard more birds starting to sing I knew then, I should be praising my King For He came to set me free The price He paid, on Calvary’s tree So here it is, before dawn’s early light And I lift my praises to my Saviour in the quiet of the night You my precious Saviour give new life, it is right to give You praise And my heart and soul, my voice and my hands, to You, will I raise in praise! Jeannine Faith
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