A Spring day, the birds have returned,
In the earliest morning each shouts
its note joyfully,
calling to God in a chorus of praise,
effortlessly,
innately,
lovingly,
drawn to the light.
In the earliest morning each shouts
its note joyfully,
calling to God in a chorus of praise,
effortlessly,
innately,
lovingly,
drawn to the light.
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