This feather-soft creature
Tail to head,
Is golden yellow,
And black, and red.
A sip of water,
A twig to sing on,
A prong for nest,
The air to wing on,
A mate to love,
Some thistledown seed
Are all his joy, life,
Beauty, need.
The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand. ~Psalm 37:23-24
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