There is this joy that mornings bring
The song of birds upon the wing
Their voices calling to their kin
An early morning checking in.
They chirp and croon familiar tunes
From breaking dawn through afternoons
Making each creature here belong
Though some are frail yet others strong
How wonderful that God’s so wise
He’s made His Own Bird Paradise !
The cattle low, the rooster crows
Tis quite early in the morning
The trees will bend, the wind it blows
Another day soon is dawning.
The squirrels hustle in the trees
Their booty they are defending
While pigeons roosting mongst the leaves
All their messages are sending !
I lost my heart when I was young
To Jesus, Lord, through hymns we’d sung
The music touched me to my soul
To be with God became my goal.
Throughout the years I’ve wondered why
These hymnal verses make me cry
The beauty that is God’s to give
Shall in our hearts forever live !
I know You Lord, You speak to me
With every measure I can see
There from the treetops in the air
From rooftops, birds now perching there,
On every branch in every tree
Each bird sings his own song to me.
How beautiful this life does seem
With all God’s creatures in each scene !
My hearing has become acute
I hear a flutter on the roof
It sounds like angel wings to me
Accompanied by symphony
Oh ecstasy, how my heart sings
In unison with angels wings !
Hallelujah, here they come, angels beating on their drum
Wishing all a happy day, waiting for the saints to play
Hear the voices sweetly sing, every single note a praise
Bringing joy to everyone, let us now our spirits raise !
The wind, it whispers in the breeze
And blows its breath into the trees
It sings a song of joyousness
That’s gathered in the robin’s breast.
The mockingbird sounds crisp and curt
He does not wish a songbird hurt
And mimics all he can, but still
He stops short of the whip-poor-will,
You’ll hear the chorus of each bird
It is the best I’ve ever heard !
There is a joy that springs anew
Each day the holidays are due
And now that Christmastime is here
It is the best of all this year.
I love remembering the sound
Of blessed music all around
With songs and voices ringing out
And children singing hymns devout.
The love of God and all our kin
Are blessings we can revel in
May all the years that lay ahead
Have sugar plums dance in our head !
Now in the distance you can hear
The chapel bells ring loud and clear
The sound it stretches cross the land
Bringing a joy most understand.
With voices raised the choirs sing
Those words of love from God our King
We hear you Lord and will obey
Please keep us safe from day to day !
Oh how I wish that I could sing
Another happy feel good song
Where all the choirbells will ring
And those nearby may join along !
God’s music plays, I hear the sound
Reverberating all around
The rustling of the varied trees
With branches swaying in the breeze,
While birds o’erhead with fluted tone
Keep warning us this is their zone
The insects add their special hum
That covers the entire spectrum.
The ocean’s rush, the thunder’s clash
The drip, drip with each puddle’s splash
These are the notes that we all hear
God’s symphony sweet on the ear !
Sometimes I think when I’m abed
That I hear dancing o’er my head
Then I recall the years gone by
Aft my two feet had learned to fly.
I never thought that I was great
But dancing did my soul elate
Sometimes I stumbled, took a fall
Not in performance, not at all.
Yet there were times I’d miss a beat
Or needed to replace a cleat
I loved to dance, still wish I might
Too long ago, I lost that fight !
The poet paints a picture but not with paint and brush
His words create the image there’s music in his touch
Each has his own conception there are no two the same
Tis an old profession and Shakepeare’s favorite game.
Some think the words are foolish and pale in empty air
Please remember David and his Psalms we all still share
His words were so profound they will live forever here
They brought us close to God they will never disappear !
Oh how I miss each Sunday morn
Sounds echoing since I was born
Those happy tunes or plaintive hymns
From early on till evening dims.
Their voices raised with one accord
The hopeful sing and praise the Lord,
My mother’s voice so sweet and strong
Would sound aloud the whole week long.
She loved to sing each olden tune
About romance, lost love or moon,
I wish I knew if heaven rings
With hymns and songs an angel sings !
The air is sweet the birds are free
To sing their song, God’s symphony
The leaves that rustle in the trees
Play melodies upon the breeze !
The crickets in the bush keep time
While buzzing insects hum a rhyme
Now if it rains the pitter-pat
Of falling drops could be B flat !
Such marvels that our God will bring
It seems He thinks of everything !
My mom quite often spoke of angels
Blessing us from their holy bethels
As if they’d been her life’s truest friends
Possessing great skills making amends.
Truly she loved their heavenly ways
Frequently singing hymns in their praise
And speaking with God, as I recall
From early rising till even’s fall.
I miss her sweet voice, she loved to sing
Angels can hear her songs echoing !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 