Five in the Morning…

and my open window catches the hymns of birds awaiting the sun. If this is their last day they know not. If there will be enough of the stuff of life they are unaware. They live. They trust, even if they don’t understand. They sing to usher in the morning from the night, living as their Creator gave them life. So help me to be now and always.

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