The Little Blue Bird

As I pray this morning
And study in your word
I look outside my window
Then I see this little blue bird

He seems to be the studious one
He is waiting for the chance
As he watches all the other birds
He flits from branch to branch

Now I am curious about this bird
Why doesn't he come and eat
Instead he's planted firmly
Like he cannot move his feet

But he watches so intently
As his friends are having fun
It seems he wants to join them
But fear has gripped this little one

I remember being like that little bird
Unable to move from my seat
But God was calling me to Him
Saying come to Me let's meet

Then my heart was filled with peace
And I rose up from my chair
And I walked to meet my Savior
Then I prayed the sinners prayer

And as I watch this little bird
I notice him tilt his head
Listening as he flies to his friends
For at last he heard what God said

Book by Kathleen Higham

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