Wings..... Music Click ~♫ Evening Chime♫
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~ God's Tiny Little Friend ~
Robin - Brittany, France
A little bird came, sat by me, so close, within the tree,
Cocked his head, hopped to and fro, and chirped contentedly.
I didn't know, why he should come, why he might visit me,
But, this I knew, 'twas very precious, I thought so gratefully.
And then I smiled, my God should send, to me, His little friend,
I felt more love, more hope, delight, than I could comprehend.
For little birds, made by His hand, are purely of God's heart,
So when one comes, all heav'n they bring, of God alone, impart -Thus blessed, I smiled, my God should send,
to me, His special little friend,
I felt enriched, embraced, enamoured so,
Yes, on my God I can depend.
Derry's Heart Poems © June 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the heart
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~ Come, Dance My Little Pretty ~
So delightful are the birds God made, The sweetest friends of all, With their tender little touch of love, And their joyful call. He sends them near to say hello, Whenever we are low, They come up close to dance a jig Just to say... God knows! And there among the leaves so green, Fluttering their tails, A flock will chirp their happy song, Such pretty wings to flail. And in the freshness of the dawn In the first warm rays of light, How glad they are to be alive, With song to banish night. Come, dance my little pretty, Come, sing to me God's tune, Come, share with me your loveliness, Don't fly away too soon. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2002 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au |
~Your Sweet Calling ~
Oh, little bird, be nurtured By garden seeds divine, God made for your own pleasure He formed for you to find. Come, take them in your little beak And bear the life away, Carry it to far off places To grow another day. Oh, little bird, fulfill Your sweet calling from on high, To take the life of Jesus Everywhere He guides. Go, take life giving treasure Where e'er the Father leads, There to drop it, as desired Where life there has a need. Spread joy, just as He wills, Then sit, and gladly sing, For God will water, there to grow The life you're made to bring. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2009 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au |
How can I but be still, in the knowing that He is God;
How can I not exalt and sing of His glorious name
each moment that I live.”
~blossoms~
♪ Dream A Dream ♪ that is true
How can I not exalt and sing of His glorious name
each moment that I live.”
~blossoms~
♪ Dream A Dream ♪ that is true
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~ Bluebird Calling Bluejay~
If you could see yourself as I (As I can sitting here with you in view, as I love to do...) See you with my heart, Then you would never wonder why I pop in for a visit, just to check on how you are. If, you could see, just as I do, (While passing by your perch each day, with all I'd like to say...) How beautiful you are, Then you'd understand just why I see you where I am, always with my heart.  |
 Oh, if you ever could see you,
(As I cock this way and that, from my own point of view...) Oh my, you will never see the special friend I do, So you're left to wonder why I want to come, just to be with you. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au Derry's Heart Poems "Everyday without fail God has my heart responding to the very way you are" ~Millie~ |
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♪ Peaceful, Birdcall Music - Canyon Legacy ♪
~God Knows ~
Why do you twitter so? What is it that you say?
You chatter to each other, all throughout the day.
Do you sing for Jesus? Did He give your song,
to delight in your enjoyment, that to Him belongs?
None of you can topple, without His seeing eye,
He watches every one that lands, so gently from the sky.
Just today, is all you know, to fret is not your style,
But though you soar upon the heights, your life is so fragile.
You take no worries for tomorrow, you do not sow or reap.
You build no barns to store your seed, for there is none to keep.
Your plumes just bloom without a fuss, you only need to preen, with no call to fret for more, as God knows all you need.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2002
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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~ A Touch Of Heaven Come ~
Here I sat so lonesome like Snuggled all amongst a tree When a li'l birdie sang to me But, her I couldn't see There am I, a searching high In search of pretty song In quandary where the sound, I hear so loud and strong I cry, come show, oh pretty one Peering all about You're there somewhere I know- Why won't you flit on out But, soon her pretty sound Sets me all in sleepy daze, Propped there I...was it forever With such a peaceful gaze And, then she stops, bolt up I sit Disappointment gripping me Oh, where the lovely one That I can never see Then all a moment, there I spy Her feather, bright of wing, Oh, oh, I gasp, do not me leave don't ever cease to sing My heart, my soul, you're all a gift A touch of heaven come, to very sweetly sing to me The joy of Jesus' love Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au |
~ Sweet Lilt Of
Morning Wonder ~
I heard a pretty melody The call of pretty lark, It sounded like my special friend In song within the park. I know 'twas of your loving heart I knew so straight away, The very tone of your own voice Came wafting all you say. The warmth of tender murmer With touch of gentleness, Sweet lilt of morning wonder That comes to only bless. Oh, the freshness of a zephyr The freedom of a bird, Such softness of a feathered wing The sound, of you I heard. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2009 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au Poetry from the Heart You sure are my sweet heart pal, never want to give you up for anything else. ~Millie~ "Listen now, believe and pray wait not another day... to hearken what our God would say" ~ blossoms~ |
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What is joy? It is a bird that we all want to catch.
It is the same bird that we all love to see fly
- Sri Chinmoy
There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths,
which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them,
and so they bring us nothing,
but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.
- Henry Ward Beecher
I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
James M. Barrie
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.
John Berry
♪ Sissel - You Raise Me Up ♪
It is the same bird that we all love to see fly
- Sri Chinmoy
There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths,
which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them,
and so they bring us nothing,
but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.
- Henry Ward Beecher
I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
James M. Barrie
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.
John Berry
♪ Sissel - You Raise Me Up ♪
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~ Welcome To My Place ~
In the hush of evening light My garden fills with birds, I watch behind my window, My heart is full of words. So, I whisper softly to them, Welcome to my place, Fill yourselves with all you need, Whatever suits your taste. Today I filled the bird bath, For you to flit right in, Splash about, dance to your tune Refresh your pretty wings. I love to see you play, To find a place to rest, I hope you find a perfect branch To build a cozy nest. I too, have a loving heart Who gazes down on me, He loves to dress His garden, To give me all I need. He starts my day with sunshine, And says, 'Welcome to my world' Tenderly opens wide His Hand, All His beauty to unfurl. He closed His gate, I'm safe within, My heart is free to play, Here in His peaceful garden I will forever stay. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2002  Lake Ontario Swan God has built into all of us an appreciation of beauty
and has allowed us to participate in the creation of beautiful things and places. It may be one way God brings healing to our hearts. ~* Mary Jane Worden *~ |
~ Holding Tight ~
Have you ever watched a bird asleep Perched daintily, but never toppling, And wondered how it stays Safely there, without falling. The secret is the leg tendons God made to lock in tight, While the legs are bent the claws grip, So they can't fall down at night. The claws will not unlock Until the knees move just slightly. The bended knee, is the secret key That holds them very tightly. From sleeping birds, we learn the secret Of how to never slip, It is the knee bent low in prayer, That maintains a lasting grip. Fastened then to all that lasts. We're held to God in prayer, Trusting that He holds us tight, In His forever care. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au  2008 in Retiro, Antioquia, Colombia Cast your cares on the Lord
and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall Psalm 55:22 I know them and they follow Me, I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish, no-one can snatch them out of My hand. .John 10: 27 |
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~ In A Gilded Cage~
Now, who would think it a better plan, for a little bird to be,
trapped in a lonely barren cage, with naught of worth to see.
Trapped inside from the sun's rich glow, where he has known the light,
No more to fly in a continuous sky, with countless friends in flight.
Kept away from the softest clouds, no more to soar on heights,
Unable to control the turn of day, or thrill in sheer delights.
For someone chose to put him there, the cage door tightly barred,
Crouched down, cold, confined, his life so surely marred.
Now, who would think it a better plan, for a little bird to be,
trapped in a lonely barren cage, with naught of worth to see.
Trapped inside from the sun's rich glow, where he has known the light,
No more to fly in a continuous sky, with countless friends in flight.
Kept away from the softest clouds, no more to soar on heights,
Unable to control the turn of day, or thrill in sheer delights.
For someone chose to put him there, the cage door tightly barred,
Crouched down, cold, confined, his life so surely marred.
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He'd hankered long for all he'd known, but wishing is long passed,
For now he only sees with heart, with nothing else to grasp.
For now his sight's on wonder far, he stares beyond the bars,
Yonder, where the peaceful breeze, rustles high among the stars.
The warmth of the Son for him now shines, as heaven's become his own,
He finds a sweeter beauty now, than in other heights he's known.
Because of the cage of deep despair, because of the clip of wing,
His heart o'erflows in freedom's joy, with throat compelled to sing.
Though gate's released, and swinging wide,
his soul is now at rest,
for he has found the song of life...
That nothing can suppress.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
For now he only sees with heart, with nothing else to grasp.
For now his sight's on wonder far, he stares beyond the bars,
Yonder, where the peaceful breeze, rustles high among the stars.
The warmth of the Son for him now shines, as heaven's become his own,
He finds a sweeter beauty now, than in other heights he's known.
Because of the cage of deep despair, because of the clip of wing,
His heart o'erflows in freedom's joy, with throat compelled to sing.
Though gate's released, and swinging wide,
his soul is now at rest,
for he has found the song of life...
That nothing can suppress.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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I believe in the sun,
even when it isn't shining...
I believe in love,
even when I can't feel it,
I believe in God,
even when He is silent.
even when it isn't shining...
I believe in love,
even when I can't feel it,
I believe in God,
even when He is silent.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers...
That perches in the soul...
And sings the tune without the words...
And never stops......at all.
~Emily Dickinson~
That perches in the soul...
And sings the tune without the words...
And never stops......at all.
~Emily Dickinson~
Rainbow lorikeets In Grevillea tree Brisbane QLD Australia by Tatters
~ Song Birds ~
Two little birds met up one day, sweet little birds, to sing away
What to-do, finding food, as gladly they played,
With wings all a-flay, then up high they flew, singing prettily for you
Jesus loves you divine. so never to mind
There's all here in heaven, for you to find,
where we fly so high, near Him in the sky
We know He is true, He made us for you
He's as near as your heart, in the love He imparts
Be hushed in Him, in all that He is
Don't fret what you bear, for God's love is there
He's right where you are, He never departs
Oh, listen, our song, will tell you of Him,
How He cares for us all, and only blessing He brings
Look up then anew, He's smiling on you
Look now be loved, then with us you'll sing
Soft Whispers of song from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Two little birds met up one day, sweet little birds, to sing away
What to-do, finding food, as gladly they played,
With wings all a-flay, then up high they flew, singing prettily for you
Jesus loves you divine. so never to mind
There's all here in heaven, for you to find,
where we fly so high, near Him in the sky
We know He is true, He made us for you
He's as near as your heart, in the love He imparts
Be hushed in Him, in all that He is
Don't fret what you bear, for God's love is there
He's right where you are, He never departs
Oh, listen, our song, will tell you of Him,
How He cares for us all, and only blessing He brings
Look up then anew, He's smiling on you
Look now be loved, then with us you'll sing
Soft Whispers of song from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
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A bird
doesn't sing because it has an answer,
it sings because it has a song.
Lou Holtz
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile,
on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath,
and yet sings, knowing that she hath her wings.
Victor Hugo
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 6:26
it sings because it has a song.
Lou Holtz
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile,
on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath,
and yet sings, knowing that she hath her wings.
Victor Hugo
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 6:26
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Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Beautiful video -Robin hatching her eggs & feeding the chicks, 'til away they fly
Rabindranath Tagore
middle click ~
Beautiful video -Robin hatching her eggs & feeding the chicks, 'til away they fly
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