"He placed me in a little cage,
Away from gardens fair;
But I must sing the sweetest songs
Because He placed me there.
Not beat my wings against the cage
If it's my Maker's will,
But raise my voice to heaven's gate
And sing the louder still!"
Away from gardens fair;
But I must sing the sweetest songs
Because He placed me there.
Not beat my wings against the cage
If it's my Maker's will,
But raise my voice to heaven's gate
And sing the louder still!"
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I am no singer. I mean, I don't have a golden voice. I don't sing solo (except when I was in gradeschool when my teachers in Grade 1 and Grade 4 made me sing in front of the class, and once for a graded activity in high school). I can read notes, though, and can very well recognize off tunes. And yes, I do like classical music!
Today, as I celebrate God's goodness in my life, I post this poem I read from my favorite devotional. As I write this, in my heart and in my mind, like the bird in the poem, I sing of God's faithfulness all through the 53 years He has blessed me with.
My husband posted a photo in Facebook with the birthday cake they gave me in advance last Sunday, and wrote this in the caption:
"Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
INFINITE BLESSINGS IN THE PRIME OF YOUR LIFE!"
INFINITE BLESSINGS IN THE PRIME OF YOUR LIFE!"
Let me do just that. Count my blessings...
I sing for joy at the life He gave me through my parents
I sing of fond memories with family and friends
I sing because of all the good things I learned in school
I sing for how He saved me,
I sing because I'm happy... I sing because He has set me free
I sing because His eye is on the sparrow, and that sparrow is ME!!!
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