What can you say? There are no words,
The pain's too much to bear.
The questions loom, you don't understand,
His face you see everywhere.
How do you hope? How do you grieve?
How do you truly go on?
What will life look like? How will you breathe?
Do you even want to know?
Look at the birds of the air, high in skies overhead
hear their song fill the treet.
Never a care, never a fear,
SOARING, SINGING and FREE!
When the storm comes and teh winds blow,
They don't struggle or make their own way.
They stretch out their wings and glide on the
Winds of the One who has numbered their days.
The storms sometimes take them even higher,
Reaching farther heights than before.
They're carried to places of safety,
Mountain peaks or distant shores.
There they rest to prepare to keep going,
They find comfort shelter and peace.
They're not anxious or fearful of troubles,
There call sings of joyous release.
When you feel your pain will consume you
The road you're on is too long.
Just look to the sky, turn your ears to the trees.
Hear the call of the birds and the worship of their song.
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