The swallow’s nest was hidden Up above the bales of hay And as I opened up the door She quickly swooped away
She thinks it is not possible That I could be her friend Though it was I who built this barn Where each Spring she comes again
And can’t believe her little ones Are safe when I draw near Nor knows I listen with a smile When I their voices hear
Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds Luke 12:24 NKJV
The Swallows Nest by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2024 - all rights reserved
While working with one of our in-laws to revise the home school composition and poetry book which we released last year, I stumbled across this poem from a few years ago. With all of the craziness in the news and modern life in general, it helps to take a step back, just breathe and remember that God is in control. He knows and has designed our every moment and I love how Jesus reminds us of this by asking the simple question:
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matthew 6:27 NIV
Hearing the song That the Mockingbird sings And seeing the colors As the Bluebird takes wing
And catching the fragrance That the Hummingbirds seek In the flowers that grow By the side of the creek
And all of those moments That are finest of fine Are the sweet simple blessings That Our Father designed
I paired today's poem with a lullaby I wrote many years ago when our children were small. The first verse comes from an older children's poem by Rose Fyleman, to which I added to more verses and a chorus. I do hope that it's gentle melody will be a blessing for you. Though I have this under copyright, please feel free to use it with your own friends and family, if you like it.
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