THE BIRDS’ CHORUS
The birds do know their special voice You gave,
Proclaiming now, the day’s arrival
Of sun or rain for living the hours of day
In company with other feathered lives.
Do you see the Dawning colors come?
A new day, a different day is here.
Its mysteries appear.
The bird’s chorus blots out city’s voice;
There’s no conductor, metronome, baton;
No alphabet no guilty conscience.
The world’s alive; alive alive O.
Breathe the breath that’s lent for just this day:
This time: Time pregnant with its space,
Its timeliness, and grace.
All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD