Singing Birds Poem

All day long the birds are singing

Sweetest songs that seem to rise

From their tiny throats far-reaching,

Even to the distant skies.

Then at night they rest securely,

Nestled close within their nest,

And the Father safely watches

Every little feathered breast.

Likewise we when night approaches,

Lay our weary heads to rest,

For we know that God will watch us

as He does the bird's wee nest.

~ Josephine Currier ~