Thursday, January 13, 2011

Cold Little Birds - 11

It is cold outside and the birds aren't singing
They try to keep warm and to their nests they keep bringing
Twigs and grass to keep out the cold,
Twisting and turning them hoping they'll hold.
Every little item in its special little place
Flying and weaving into any little space.
You keep them safe, Lord, you watch over these,
So don't forget about me! Please oh Please!

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