I could not see the little bird
That feasted on the seed My view was blocked by other things
But it was there, indeed.
I heard it sing, just out of view,
And though obscured from sight
I saw its shadow on the fence
A dark form in the light.
That small bird and its shadow there
Reminded me of this,
Though You’re not in my line of sight
You awfully hard to miss.
I see Your shadow in my life,
In everything I do,
And, though my view may be obscured,
I still see signs of You.
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