If I could sing just like the birds
Without the need for foolish words,
Well then, O then, Lord, can’t You see,
How pure would my praises be.
But since that I am given this voice,
And given this pen, I haven’t a choice,
But to my smile must add a frown,
And with my praise my sins write down.
I've lost count of the times I've thought this way.I find nature to be so wonderful and wish I could be as simple as it appears.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your honesty. Like most people, I have this fear that if people really knew how awful I am at my worst, they could not love me. Yet, on another level, I know that's not true. Jesus in me is wonderful, and people around me also have their broken spots. Besides that, the Lord loves me, for his own reasons and his own glory.
ReplyDeleteUnlike the birds, I can choose to offer whole-hearted praise. They seem to offer it without choice.
I really like this poem - it is deep, real, authentic stuff right from the heart
ReplyDeletecan I put it on my blog or would you post it to me at
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