He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.Psalm 94:1
Beneath the rumble of the train,
an early morn and early rain,
little old me can hear their song
drift in my window low and long.
While toes wiggle in comfy bed;
I shake my sleepy, groggy head
an oriole calls a pretty feet…
jeet-jeet, jeet-jeet, jeet-jeet.
As sleep saddles my childish eyes,
flocking birds launch their cries…
purple martins sing so sweet
hee-hee and zwrack-zweet.
When tasty bacon sizzles in a pan,
I can fly higher than any man
with sunny warblers, as they flit,
psit-psit, chek-chek, psit-psit.
Beneath the folds of endless time;
the eternal child in me does climb
on the shadow of wings so high…
forever I take pleasure in there cry!