Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Front Porch Praises


While I sang His song
She hopped along
Morning nourishment bringing

With worm in beak
She thought it sweet
That I should, too, be singing

For as I sang
Unto the King
And there my voice did raise

She dropped her worm
And she, too, turned
To join with me in praise.


(by Alisa Lamb 5-10-11)

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them." Matthew 6:26

2 comments:

  1. This picture is amazing...you are amazing! Blessed to call you friend!

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  2. That is so beautifully written! Thanks for sharing it. The picture is spectacular. You are so talented.

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