For Me to Still Rejoice

The mockingbird began to sing
Before the morning light
So filled with praise he could not wait
Until the sky was bright

And in the rains of afternoon
He kept on singing strong
All through the thunders crashing down
His notes still echoed on

When began the shadow's fall
I listened for his voice
And while the night came creeping in
He called to me rejoice

Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say rejoice. Philippians 4:4 ESV
 For Me to Still Rejoice by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2022 all rights reserved

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He Goes With Them

How do the birds know when to gather? 
Who sets the alarm that they hear?
Why do they prepare when the wind still blows warm
To fly away year after year?

Who guides their course in the evening
And tells them the time that is best
How can they know that the place that is waiting
Has food and protection and rest?

Their designer who fashioned each feather
And has given a voice for their song
He watches them all
Even sees when one falls
And goes with them
On their journey so long

He Goes With Them by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2022 all rights reserved

The Storm is Passing By

Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by. 
 Psalm 57:1 ESV

In the treetop Hawk sits silently
While the thunder crashes round
And the Sparrows flit into the barn
Where the Chickens huddle down

The Cranes stand in the rushes
In her house the Blue Bird sleeps
While the Chickadees are twittering
In the thickets dark and deep

But Eagles fly up to their nests
When their children cry
And shelter them with wings so strong
While raindrops start to fly

Can you and I do less than birds
Who know the place to hide
And fly to God our refuge
When the storm is passing by

The Storm is Passing by - by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2021 all rights reserved