Little bird builds her nest
piece by piece for heaven.
She crafts from the rubble in her life
a soft nook to rest her head in.
She carries little twigs and sticks
that no one sees her place.
The most painful times have left behind
The best cushion, white bridal lace.
Little bird builds her nest,
gently and discreetly.
Although her wings ache,
she still sings sweetly.
When Autumn ends and Winter comes,
she knows she'll have a place to land;
Secure in the palm
of God's warm loving hand.
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(Her song is one of joy and woe
Her flight's been hard
But she's Loved so!)
(Art by Vanessa Horabuena)
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