In a Panic to Serve

The birds oft will gather
No panic or rush.
They congregate simply
Without strain or push.
And help one another
Through winter’s harsh days
While leaning on God’s help
Compassionate ways.
The same pace with Jesus
As He walked this Earth.
He saw those with sickness
He soothed many hurts.
And spoke to His Father
That guidance might come
Frustrating the Dark One.
As pilgrims came Home.
Yes Heaven the target
No longer to roam.