It’s morning once again
With the darkness of the night wrapped away.
The moon has gone into obscurity
All I can hear is the chirping of the birds
But many still lay in their beds.
At cockcrow, a new day begins and we hear the songs of the birds.
The songs of the birds cannot be interpreted in human language,
But there is one thing I know for sure.
That the songs of the birds are songs of praise.
And the birds swing and flap their wings, flying high in the sky when darkness has melted for us to see light.
And so, within this day
We ask the one who is above, He whose Grace and love abounds beyond all measure and remains still forever.
Lord, Guide our paths
Hold our hands,
And abide with Us.
For what may become of us the next moment,
We know naught
So, Gently Lead Us.
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