God’s Gifts
At early dawn I stand alone
As birds take wing
I hear them sing
In glorious, lucid tone.
With voices sweet and pure
They honour God once more.
As with heavenly breath they take wing
Magnificently they soar and sing
Celebrating the wondrous gift,
That helps them easily lift
In dazzling flight and song.
Copyright © 2010 by Dee Edgett
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