Little Songbird

Little songbird in the tree, 

Did you know you sing for me?

Did you know that every morning when you simply do what your were made to do,

You remind me to return my focus to our Maker?

You are feathers and beak, a tiny brain and no soul.

I’m made in the image of God, with talents and with eternity waiting for me.

And yet you are the one who never questions God. You are the one who sings His praise with no regard to whether you will find food today or even survive the next rainstorm. The song I hear you sing each day at daybreak is a simple tune of praise.

And as you wake up in your nest, I stumble out of slumber; and my mind—capable of so much more than yours—fills with worries and predictions for the day ahead. Calendars, calculations, estimations, and judgment swirl about me.

And then I hear it. Still in the dark (how do you know, by the way, that the sun is about to rise?). I hear you.

Little songbird in the tree,

Did you know you sing for me?

Your simple song pierces through the clutter of my newly wakened mind. 

Your melody compels me to stop and look to our Maker.

You are feathers and beak, a tiny brain and no soul.

I’m made in the image of God, with talents and with eternity waiting for me.

And yet, here on this earth we share, you are the one who teaches me. Teaches me to sing praise with no regard to whether I will find resolution today, or even survive the next storm that life throws at me. The song I want to sing each day at daybreak is a simple tune of praise.

And as you wake up in your nest, and I stumble out of slumber, I am thankful for your reminder. May the focus of my thoughts and worship be the same as yours: our Maker. I continue the battle in my mind (bigger and stronger than yours) to wrestle my thoughts into submission and turn them to God. You remind me to do this every day.

Little songbird in the tree,

Did you know you sing for me?

"All the earth worships you and sings praises to you; they sing praise to your name."
Psalm 66:4 ESV