I have a little yellow bird
Who loves me very much,
And trusts me so he does not fear
My presence or my touch.
And all day long he is content
To hop about and sing,
And then at night he goes to sleep,
His head beneath his wing.
Sometimes I move his cage at night
And bang it all about;
He never bothers to arouse,
Nor take his wee head out
From underneath his little wing.
He feels no least alarm
Because he knows that it is I,
And that I mean no harm.
Thanks for the lesson, little bird.
I wish that I could be
As confident beneath God’s hand,
And rest as trustfully
Through all the hurricanes which beat
About my house of life,
And heed the tender voice which speaks
From out the storm and strife,
“Lo, it is I, be not afraid,
For here upon My breast,
Within a quiet place of peace
You may securely rest.”
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