Spring

I have always loved Solomon’s description of Spring,

“The time of the singing of birds is come.”

This morning, I heard them. Bluebirds, Thrashers, a Cardinal, an Owl. A hummingbird visited the feeder.  I listened as I walked around the yard, and I heard the praise in each one’s song.

Thank You, Father, for this glorious day.

Thank You for food and drink and shelter.

Thank You for a song to sing and Someone to sing to.

Thank You for keeping us through the dark night.

Thank You for morning’s light.

I joined right in with them.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; ¹² The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land (Song of Solomon 2:11 – 12, KJV)