Just a small creature; I try to sing God’s Praise,

But it still sings His praises But Life is so against me!

While perched on a limb.How can I give thanks?

The gale blows fiercely, So I forget my woes.

And the snow blurs its vision; Now I learn the bird’s song,

But it has no fear.Gratitude To God!

Tiny frail creature;

Weighing  a few ounces,

Thrives by Heaven’s care.

-Chaplain Don, 1981