Whistle my bird,
You call out with a whistle.
Waiting to be heard,
A sound of a happy bird that sings
So loud and so clear.
Oh, what joy the sound brings
What joy it is to my ear.
Whistle my bird
It’s time to be heard.
So, whistle and sing
The sound is uplifting,
How happy you must be
To sit in a tree.
Whistle and sing
What joy it brings.
You have no worries,
No place for hurries,
Just sit in the tree
And be free.
So…..whistle my bird!
Make a joyful shout to the LORD, all you lands! Serve the LORD with gladness; Come before His presence with singing. Know that the LORD, He is God
Psalm 100:1-3
Written by Bridget Sherman
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1 comment:
WOW sister! You are becoming quite the poet. I love you and your heart to bring glory to the Lord.
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