My Little Bird

From my window I will watch them on a cloudy winter day, snow on the ground and air so cold it takes your breath away. They scratch and search for sustenance, it makes me shake my head; so small and frail I wonder, how they survive their hard cold world.

I remember then the Holy One who in His tender care, does keep and feed these little ones because his heart is love.

This God sent me a little bird, she too is small and frail, and needing of a heart of love to feed and give her care.

My little bird so precious, can’t walk and she can’t fly, sometimes my anger rises up and I demand of my God, “Why?”

Why this little one should be so vexed, for her I only want what’s best.

So gently does my God then say, “I love your little bird, I made and gave her as she is, from my loving hand to yours, all my ways will never be revealed, but you little bird can show shades of my love a different child could let you know.”

So I thank Him for my little bird and yet I know one day I’ll see her walk and fly so free in that much better place.

My joy could never be expressed when I see all that’s good is true. My long wait will have ended, her wings will be made new.

The glory of that moment, God’s love will be proved right. My eyes will see my soaring bird, will be their finest sight.

Ah refrain my soul from saying that any sight could be fairer than my Saviour who bled and died for me. Yet I know He understands a father’s heart and He smiles from above, as I care for this precious little bird who teaches my heart love.

Author

Gary Kerns

11/9/1991