by Candice Manning
Matthew 6:26 Behold the fowls of the air.
Pretty Birds
Sing your song
I love your melodies
They sound so sweet to me
Heavenly
Sing Baby Sing
Perched atop
The highest branch
In the tree
Not caring
If no one’s listening
Just singing
Because you’re happy
Because you’re free
Because you have no worries
The mockingbird
He likes to mock me
I laugh
He’s kind of a tease
A little bit of a bully
But that’s okay
I just think he’s cute, kinda silly
He just likes what he sees
We become like that what we love
So that’s why he mocks me
He loves me
I love you, too
Sing
Don’t worry, I’m listening to you
O the happy little lark
I see your heart
Oooh, wait
Babe, you’re a little sharp
She clears her throat
There you go
That’s the note
She’s a soprano
I dunno
Or maybe an alto
Let me show you the sparrow
She’s my favorite
She doesn’t sing so loud
Just a little chirping
Kinda like she’s whispering
Kinda like she’s hurting
Sing pretty birds
I’m listening
I see a hummingbird
She doesn’t speak at all
Just the soft
Fluttering
The humming
Of her wings
Sing pretty birds
I’m listening
Then there’s the caged bird
He screeches
And howls
And cries
Because of all his pain
He’s trapped, and he can’t get out
Sang, baby sang
Bound by society’s chains
God is surely coming to set you free
Just wait, patiently
Sing pretty birds
Sing
They may not hear you
But me
I can hear you
Yes, I am listening
And I must admit that I truly love to hear you sing.
Matthew 11:15 He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
