A Tiny Voice

A tiny bluebird flit upon my window sill
I scrambled o the window, he was there still
I applauded the inspiration in his beautiful song
I thought he might fly, I wanted to come along

Alas, he puffed his tiny chest, turning to fly
I was sad, I knelt by my bed and started to cry
Glory came upon my heart and I knew why
Father in heaven sent an angel, I waved bye

As I knelt by my bed, I saw a wonderful light
His heavenly glory was upon me this night
I humbled my soul at His mighty throne
It was God in that window, His light was shone