“The Bird”

by Kevin Mundstock

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“THE BIRD”

I woke up this morning to a sound of something Grand
How can a simple sound be part of the Master’s plan
and when I heard this sound I thought how great this voice was free
That God created this sound to hear part of his creation to sing
I knew this sound was not just for me but more importantly it was singing for the King
I started turning the sound into audible words hoping I might be singing with him

“GLORY GLORY TO OUR KING THE GOD OF HEAVEN WHO CREATED EVERYTHING”
“GLORY GLORY TO GOD OUR KING WHO CREATED US TO SING”
“GLORY GLORY TO OUR KING THE GOD OF HEAVEN WHO CREATED EVERYTHING”
“GLORY GLORY TO GOD OUR KING WHO ALLOWS EVERYTHING TO SING”

It brought a smile to my face knowing right now in this big world,
God was listening to a single little small bird
I listen once more thinking the pitch has changed
It made me think he was singing his little heart out for a mate
Maybe the first part was asking God for a gift
and Just maybe God granted his wish
and then I thought how God’s only son who payed the price for all of us

He spoke from his heart while hanging on the cross
father for give them, you see in his pain he still wanted know one to be lost
he yelled this with authority as his own blood ran down the cross
I pictured the angels in heaven who would sing everyday
how they must have stopped and watched their master’s son suffering in pain
waiting for the call to come be by his side yet they heard the Master’s son say
“it is finished” as he gave up his earthly fight

Jesus stepped out of this world of darkness and back into his Father’s lite
they watched our savior die and I picture all the birds where silent at that time
as I listened to this one small bird it made me realize
we all have a voice that we need to exercise

I could not stop there I thought how Jesus went to the cross for each of us
and now like the bird it is time to sing his praise
we need to go tell everyone we know what he has done for us
from being born of a virgin to dying on a cross.

This is something we can not delay, what if the person you see everyday
is hurting and suffering in their own type of pain
and all we are worried about is getting our coffee and breakfast each day
so let your voice fly don’t worry about the pitch God loves to hear his name sung loud and clear
I wished we could all have the courage of a single little bird.

 

Hang in There because, were all gonna get there…

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