Just listen to the sound Of the meloncholy bird The din of the day seems to melt away I begin this song of praise It is an extraordoniary,unconditional, And ceaseless love you give. Thank you God, creator of this day You fill this aching heart with ceaseless praise You give these weary bones time to rest And like that bird I flee from your nest I'll do my best to make it on my own Never straying to far from home Upon returning I will see Your extraordinary love for me I fall to my knees in praise Thank you God, creator of this day You hold me tight Sometimes I try to fight But, I will see Your extraordinary love for meBirth sign: Scorpio
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Fred Jones.