BIRDS OF THE AIR

There's death all 'round me in my deepest vales,

But you lift me to peaks where I am whole.

Your will clears a path for each step I take

And I am thankful you are in control.

Like the birds of the air I will not starve,

Though my enemies plot to steal my wage.

Indeed, at times, you gift to me a feast,

While your love soothes the pains and stress of age.

For you alone bring mercy and goodness,

You forgive me and you enrich my life,

So I can marvel at eternity -

Your spirit's works, shaped by your word's sharp knife.