HIGHER AND HIGHER
Every flower that grows,
every leaf that blows,
they all tell a story.
They all shine forth His glory!
Creation is His,
with a purpose there is.
Who could do such a thing,
causing it all to sing?
The birds fly so high,
singing a special song,
to the Lord Most High,
Who never does them wrong.
They love the Creator.
They know His goodness.
They strive to do better,
seeking His blessedness.
They fly higher and rest.
Singing a new song to the King.
Never looking back, but up.
Higher and Higher they sing!
A Servant
They fly higher and rest.
Singing a new song to the King.
Never looking back, but up.
Higher and Higher they sing!
its lit….thank you so much.
i loved that paragraph
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Our soul is like the birds. We must fly up higher and higher, close to God. That is where we are safe. I like that one, too. 🌈🦅
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amen
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