The Bird’s Cry

The bird’s cry,

Can you hear her, as she’s chirping her tune?

The bird’s cry,

Can you hear her, as she’s trying to tune up her song?

The bird’s cry,

Can you hear her, as she’s singing aloud a sweet sound?

The bird’s cry,

Is turning into the bird crying.

She’s crying, she’s crying out loud.

Can anyone hear her?

Her cry, which was loud, is becoming very soft.

Becoming, very quiet, very silent.

Can you hear her now?

She’s becoming very quiet,

Quiet as a mouse,

Quiet as leaf hitting the ground.

Can you hear that?

Can you hear her?

But she sees her owner, her caretaker,

The one who gives her care, coming to get her.

He places her on the tip of His finger.

Oh my bird,

Why have you been crying.

Don’t you know, that I know about every cry?

Let’s change your tune.

Let’s fix your cry.

For I know your needs,

You being my bird, you shall not worry.

I take care of every single one of your needs.

No need to harvest,

no need to plant food in your barn,

For I will take care of you.

The bird’s crying, has gone back to her cry.

The cry, as she sits on His finger,

Has turned into a beautiful song,

He placed a song in her heart,

So now she sings aloud,

Him & her together, side by side,

Her song, has now turn into praise,

Her thanking Him, for everything that He’s done.