Like a Songbird

When I am weary

Like a songbird 

who’s lost their wings

You remind me

to look up, 

open my lungs

and sing


And even as my body

feels it can’t take any more

You replace my longings

With new wings

On which to soar


Into the unknown

From darkest night

You lift up my spirit

And show me again 

how to fly


Until I find the strength

As I’m lost with in the world

You remind me

How Heaven sings

Cheering me on…

“Just a little more…”


You await 

like the sun shines at first light

And even when I’m sad, alone

You remind me

to keep my sight


On You.


And my spirit

knows the dark will end

You, my creator 

My savior

My friend 


Are always there.


06/11/25

clc


“Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid; For the Lord God is my strength and song, And He has become my salvation.””

Isaiah‬ ‭12‬:‭2‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬


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