Little bird, singing praises
Outside my windowsill
Rising warm sun on the horizon
Reminding me, God loves me still
When I feel lonely or discouraged Feel abandoned or unsure
I turn my vision to the only
Source of comfort; Love that’s pure
Little bird, singing praises
Outside my windowsill
Rising warm sun on the horizon
Reminding me, God loves me still
When I feel lonely or discouraged Feel abandoned or unsure
I turn my vision to the only
Source of comfort; Love that’s pure
words. hearts. secrets.
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