Birdsong

Birdsong

By: Joy Ortiz

My strength and my song,

I lift my voice

In the early morning grey.
What gifts you give!

Early morning silence,

Birdsong,

The hope of spring. 

Oh, the generous hand of God!

Blessings fall down.

We crowd to receive

Like winter-hungry,

Tired-winged birds. 

You feed and rest us.

We wait for spring. 

Sustain us, Lord. 

Our praises rise with the sun.