is not this wee bird

  tiny fragile

  beautiful

  heaven’s image itself

  messenger of Creator’s plan

       is my grace in God’s hands?

 

  clear eyes see us near

  feathers vibrant

  expectant

  release into woodland

  imminent in Creator’s plan

       is my grace in God’s hands?

 

  path beats in small heart

  showing children

  wanderers

  journey toward shalom

  eternal in Creator’s plan

       is my grace in God’s hands

 

  dear wren sing for me

  music bringing

  melody

  reaching gently heartward

  fulfilling the Creator’s plan

       yes, my grace lives

       lives in God’s hands

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