Bird's Song

A lesson, Lord, to me
May this tiny bird be--
For though the lightless world
Has yet to spring a day,
It's morn enough for her
To sing and say
Her God is good.

A lesson, Lord, to me
May this tiny bird be--
She sings without behest
Though her little nest
Is shivered by a mist;
Her God is praised in blindness--
With no questioning fist.

A lesson, Lord, to me
May this tiny bird be--
Her song lights so cheerful
Into the unknown--
While fearful me steps cautiously
Along--forgetting both my song
And Thy sufficiency.