‘A Joyful Song’
EDITOR:
My wife, Ruth Byrge, wrote this poem some time ago. I would like to wish her a happy birthday, March 24, 2021.
“A Joyful Song”
A gentle breeze trees sway softly back and forth. The sun just peeks over the hills in the air is a mist from the night past with a sweet morning perfume that fades to fast. And birds sing praise for His amazing grace.
The ground grows cold leaves are falling in piles of red, yellow, orange, and brown. The sky grows dark with colors of blue, black, and gray soon it will seem as one long day. And still birds sing praise for His amazing grace.
The air is still and bitter cold now fog rises above the lake trees stand frozen still faraway mountains tips glisten in the sunlight. The ground covered over white. And still the bird sing praise for His amazing grace.
And still the birds sing
Season after season
Day after day
Hour after hour
As long as times remain
Birds will sing praise for His amazing grace.
Psalm 104:12
“The birds of the sky nest by the waters they sing among the branches.”
Ruth Byrge
March 27, 2020
