Simple, Birdlike Trust
Let us be like the bird for a moment perched
On a frail branch while he sings;
Though he feels it bend, he continues his song,
For he knows that he has wings.
- anonymous
A Happy little rhyme, isn’t it? - One filled with simple trust. Can’t you see that little bird perched on a frail little branch swaying in the breeze? He does not fear the bending of the limb, for “he knows that he has wings.” Oh, for the trust of a little bird.
The “branch” where you are may be swaying midst the storms of life; it may be bent with trouble , but remember that Jesus is always near you in your hour of trouble. He will not let you fall.
- anonymous
That frail little bird on a swaying twig,
As his clear voice cleared the gales,
Dropped a message sweet at my faltering feet,
Of a trust that never fails.
Though many a storm has crossed my life,
And many a grief and fear;
Yet with heart and voice did soul rejoice,
For my Lord was always near.
So when dark clouds are about your path,
Like the storm thrush, faith
For from the topmost height of a lofty faith
You can always see the King!
And with eyes that gaze on His blessed face,
You never need fear you’ll fail;
The gales may prove, but they cannot move,
So to Him now, leave it all.
- anonymous