The morning is filled with songs from the birds singing.
They have been given a voice with which to sing and are using it for His glory.
The Lord smiles down as He hears the birds singing.
Outside my bedroom window is a feeder.
The birds will make their way to the feeder when the warm temperatures rise again.
With the window open; I will hear the birds sweetly singing their songs the Lord gave them.
What a blessed time this will be for us to share.
Knowing they have come back to perch themselves upon the feeder.
Knowing to sing a song of praise to God that is heard on the wind.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-1-21)