Bird On Wing

He (God) makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Psalm 23:2-3 WEB

BIRD ON WING

Morning breaks with golden rays and welcomes in another day

Beauty rare o’er countryside arises, dances ’cross the stage

A bird on wing I soar to heights of mountain grandeur high

Above craggy peaks and button grass mid mighty rolling clouds

I glimpse the valley down below view hills and silver threads

Trace their winding paths through plains toward the foaming sea

Light reflects on quivering leaves, trembling in the gentle breeze

Great cedars of the forest stand, shading creatures of the wild

The midday sun shimmers hot, mist lifts to stores above

Enhancing rainbow colours declaring the promise of God

In want of sustenance, I swoop t’ward grassy fields and wait

Satisfied, well nourished I sing joy-filled songs of thanks

I catch the stream and rise once more to sail across the sky

Spread my wings and hover long enjoy the weightless pose

Until the cool of evening warns all beasts to venture home

I wander far in search of nook to rest my weary soul

The setting sun, its deep red glow concludes a blessed day

Golden moon and sparkling stars chime their symphony of praise