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
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
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
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