Trust
At night outside my window, I hear tiny birds sing.
And whilst my sleep's elusive, they go on twittering.
There is no sun to warm them, nor can they see the
trees.
But they go on trusting God that He will meet their
needs.
So no need to wait for dawning, a thankful song to
share.
It matters not to them if dark or night is there.
Their songs are raised in trust to their Father's
endless giving.
His faithfulness of care, the rise of sun and setting.
The rain that they may drink, cool air for their
refreshing.
Their Creator giving love, His manifested blessings.
Oh, if only when darkness comes and troubles of every
kind,
We would listen to the birds singing and keep them
in mind.
For no matter what's before us, or how dark our night
may be,
If little birds can sing at night,
surely so can we!
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To Stop and Smell the Roses!
Oh! If souls would pause in their hastenings
and see the many splendid details, of God's arranging!
To step aside from reasonings, which so quickly dulls
life.
To simplicity that flows sweetly, with the wonder
of a child.
To embrace to drink in the colours the beauty of
the flowers.
To sit awhile, clearing thoughts of dark, imaginary
clouds.
And so, in the river of godly stillness all pervading-
is such purity of mind.
As hearts waiting on their Creator, move to a different
sound
Then nearby birds would sing a sweeter and more powerful
song.
For the waves of goodness, will overshadow wrong!
And the hues and colours of our gardens,
now brilliant with an inner glowing.
For now in thought and word hearts peaceful in their
knowing.
And lo! Angels, in their multitude of blessing.
Will see a soul, so in tune with God that,
in the rainbow of revealing.
Chords touched so deep with Love births - inner healing!
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