How fragile is the little bird
There, in a winter tree,And yet she finds the joy to sing
A cheerful song for me.
Though I am larger than she is,
Strong and fierce of heart,
Yet it was she who found a song
When my song would not start.
So now I sing with all my heart,
However cold the day,
For, if that fragile bird can sing,
My heart will find a way!
Psalm 108:1
My heart, O God, is steadfast; I will sing and make music with all my soul.
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