Winter

Alone and cold the bird
Could not deny a song
Sweet hope for us that heard
Its cheer when all seemed wrong

Perched on branch void of leaves
Backdrop of gray- white snowy sky
With food scarce one may grieve
While still alive one must try

But being cheerful when in sight
All is turning frozen white
Prospect of food growing dim
Mid- February outlook also grim

And still the bird sings on
With hope by sight apparently gone
Does it know what God has said
About birds and hairs on our head?

Most promising in this bird's note
Considering its warm and fluffy coat
Is spreading cheer when all held dear
Seems lost but to its nature still perseveres

God cares for birds without their prayer
While we in Christ should cast our care
God cares for lone bird on a tree
God cares for you and cares for me