The Morning of April 25, 2019 AM
Yesterday my thoughts were this ~ as I was reflecting on this past Easter Sunday, "Resurrection" Sunday.
The birds are all singing their pretty little songs.
Rejoicing on a new day before the morning dawn.
This past Resurrection Sunday a new song was heard.
An unfamiliar song from a happy little bird. Just on that day -
And not any other had I heard and started to wonder.
Yes a time to remember.
So as I sit here waiting for the sun,
I delight in hearing all their songs, accept for one.
It's a new day that I'm thankful for and while I'm listening,
I think of that little bird.
Reflecting on what the Lord had done,
For me long ago on a Sunday. VLB
Illustration complements of an upcoming artist and all around creative little man. My grandson.
Yesterday my thoughts were this ~ as I was reflecting on this past Easter Sunday, "Resurrection" Sunday.
The birds are all singing their pretty little songs.
Rejoicing on a new day before the morning dawn.This past Resurrection Sunday a new song was heard.
An unfamiliar song from a happy little bird. Just on that day -
And not any other had I heard and started to wonder.
Yes a time to remember.
So as I sit here waiting for the sun,
I delight in hearing all their songs, accept for one.
It's a new day that I'm thankful for and while I'm listening,
I think of that little bird.
Reflecting on what the Lord had done,
For me long ago on a Sunday. VLB
Illustration complements of an upcoming artist and all around creative little man. My grandson.
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