Have you ever heard a bird sing,
A
long, long way from home?
Its song is like a breath of Spring,
On its long journey's roam.
Have you
ever heard a TV grrr,
To fill
up the lonesome hours?
Its
incessant crowing a droning lure,
Which
sirenly powers.
Have you
ever heard a radio blaring?
With
all your vacuuming and running,
No space
is left for quiet caring,
And no
time for one day's sunning.
Can you hear a bird sing,
A dove, a
lark, a sparrow true?
For God's
own Spirit would bring,
A
quiet voice to have His rule.
Cooing,
wooing He bids us, still,
If only
we could do His will.
For to hear a birdie sing,
You must
create the time.
Turn off
your vacuuming and drumming,
And you
may even create a rhyme,
To help
you in your funning.
You
haven't heard a bird sing,
Because
you are afraid,
Of the peace contentment brings,
When the
peaceful prayer of dawn is laid.
You must
have heard a bird sing.
For God
is found in tender breezes,
Where He
flirts and plays,
For
Jesus',
Voice
doeth truest ring,
In each
and every quiet day.
From the Kindle Collection: A Desert Rose: A Collection of Spiritual Poetry Praising Christ, The King
© 2016 LS Wagen
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