Sing a little song of trust,
Oh my heart!
Sing it just because you must,
As leaves start;
As flowers push their way through dust;
Sing, my heart, because you must.
Wait not for an eager throng —
Bird on bird;
It’s the solitary song
That is heard.
Every voice at dawn will start,
Be a nightingale, my heart!
Sing across the winter snow,
Pierce the cloud;
Sing when mists are drooping low —
Clear and loud;
But sing sweetest in the dark;
He who slumbers not will hark.
And when He hears you sing, He will bend down with a smile on His kind face. As He cheerfully listens, He will say, “Sing on, dear child. I hear you and I am coming to deliver you. I will carry that load for you. So just lean hard on Me, and the road will get smoother by and by.”
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! – Philippians 4:4
~ Taken from Streams in the Desert, December 28th
Photo Credit: Singing Nightingale, an acrylic painting by Laura Milnor Iverson