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Psalm 50.11 I know all the birds of the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are Mine.
Whenever I see that familiar red cap
Or hear that little nagging rat-a-tat-tat
I cannot help but think of that cartoon bird
With the heckling laugh that I’m sure you have heard
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And once just a short little while ago
After spring’s warm thaw had melted the snow
I was out doing the things one does in the garden
Let me tell you the story if I might beg a pardon
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I heard the bird hit almost breaking the glass
And it fell to the ground lying dead on the grass
Beautiful it was but my heart how it longed
To see this bird living and singing his song
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And I thought to myself, “well the power of Christ”
Could bring this small thing back from the dead into life
And I took off my gloves, laying them down in the dirt
Because I’m sure you don’t want them when laying hands on a bird
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And praying to God in a tongue quite unknown
I picked up the bird who had so recently flown
With a jolt he immediately opened his eyes
And up, up and away he quickly did fly
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He alighted so deftly on the rail of the deck
Curiously watching and giving a once over check
As I approached with reproach, could this really be true
He took off once more into the great beyond yonder blue
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Several days hence, I was wandering about
Thinking on what had occurred with some doubt
That same little bird landing on the branch of a tree
Sitting there curiously examining me
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I knew without squawking what he was trying to convey
His thanks and his love in his own little way
That I should not think any of this in any way odd
To have faith that I had witnessed the true power of God
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It is all so very clear and all so very real
The power of Jesus to bless and to heal
In every little thing and with every little breath
We now realize that both of us have overcome death
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