IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS
is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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God of Hope,
Please keep me as humble and obedient
as your tiniest finch in her flight.
Give me wings of hope
and strong winds of faith.
of eternity's dawn, guide me up always through the skies
to soar as best I can
toward sun-bright things eternal.
Lord, Lord, I place all my trust
in You. Keep my journeys ever skyward
on Your path of light. Guide my soul
to soar on the hope of salvation, carrying me into Your
for all time eternal.