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

The Ballad of Sister Robin
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By Peter Caligiuri
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