In a troubled heart on my bed
I thought about the birds
They've got no store, farm or market
Yet start every new day with exceeding joy
Singing praises to their creator
With wings lifted high they sings his praise
And in this emarge their day's provision.
If ordinary birds could give praise unconditionally.
And through this derive provision for another day,
How much more humans, whom he made the head of them all.
Goodmoring to you.
# thankfulheart
# filledwithpraise .
# israelkuti .
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