I saw a pretty little blue bird
a sitting on a perch
his resting place was a gilded cross
that adorned the steeple of a church

This symbol that supported his little frame
has supported a many a laden soul
and furnished a haven of comfort for sinners
for them the bell doth toll

The blue bird chirped it's merry little tune
it could be heard almost above the bell
for from this bird's merry voice
you knew that it was God's voice as well

Never a feather from a sparrow falls
that God does not know
for He is the Creator of everything
and through His creations all love doth flow

Now when by chance you hear a voice
and know not from whence it came
then look to the perch of the little bird
that supports it's little frame

© 21 Oct 2005 L. M. WILLSON
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