Landing on the feeder
Seeds flying in every direction
Pretty little doves
God made, to perfection
Many sit on the fence
Others play in the Water
Some eat every Seed
While most, don't bother
Do we walk among many
And never taste of need
God's Truth is too precious
To be left lying in weeds
Dare we compare to a bird
Sitting on a fence, looking in
Or do we drink the Living Water
And never thirst again !!