My little verse is far from being a classic ballad like that of Chaucer’s friendly rooster, Chanticleer. Neither will I lay claim to Coleridge’s vivid imagery in his Rime of the Ancient Mariner, or even Bobby Gentry’s Ode to Billy Joel! But I do hope that with Sister Robin’s happy tale, you will start to smile, hum a little tune and start off your week with Jesus on your mind!
Sister Robin had no worries As she few off from her nest She just trusted her Creator Would provide as He knows best
Then, while her chicks were sleeping She went searching for their need Till returning home at lunchtime Their wide-open mouths to feed
So, we must wait for Jesus Who has off to Heaven flown Where He our pardon purchased At our Holy Father’s throne
For now in Christ we’re resting With our hope built on His grace As we wait with hearts wide-open Till we meet Him face to face!
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Matthew 6:26 NLT
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