Today within my mind, I picture the birds high; in the steeple.
They are always making melody within their hearts to give to their Creator.
On Sunday, the bells are peeling their songs of praise.
It is this time the birds will leave their post and fly elsewhere.
But not before they have had a time of melody making within their hearts to Jesus.
Jesus is watching over them and will protect them.
The people on earth will take heart and feed them so they don't go hungry.
When Sunday is over, the birds will flock to the steeple and from there you are able to hear them singing from their perch.
Happiness fills the air when they sing their own melody.
It is as Jesus has wanted and is very pleased.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)