Saturday, February 6, 2010

Feb. 6, 2010 - Bluebird

Sing sweet my very own bluebird
Sing my worries away
I may be a sparrow but you've got my hand
And trouble doesn't matter anyway
If you'll be the Mary, I'll be Martha
You'll sit with Jesus all you can
I'll let my ideals tear me away
But I'll learn from you once again
Watch for the terrible stone in the your path
I'll try and push it away
You'll brush off your tears and step over
And I'll follow you someday
The sun will set but rise again
Life thinks its nothing but a game
We must twirl and whirl in this crazy world
Look fast - it will never be the same
I don't know what it's like to be strong
But I know what it is - it's in you
It comes out in the joy of the songs that you sing
It comes from the One who makes new