In the early morning hour
With the warmth the sunlight brings
Awakes the tiny songbird
With a song he has to sing
For while he slept in peaceful slumber
He dreamt a dream so fair
And now there is nothing more important
Than this dream he has to share
So perched high upon a treetop
Before all that he beholds
He sings aloud, this song he has
In words an angel knows
And what is this song of wonder
That he awoke today to sing ?
Well …
It seems a child of God he knew
Received their set of wings
By Lonnie Budro
What You’re Saying