WHY ME?

The little bird sat shivering upon cold winter cable,

Hunched & fluffed, keeping as warm as he was able,

With glassy eye, he looked up at the grey leaden sky,

Asking his God, “Lord, answer me please, why me, why?”

 

Almighty God looked down upon the little bird all alone,

This little feathered one, with no food, no love, nor home,

He answered, saying, “And tell me why it shouldn’t be you?”

So the little bird took God´s words & away to the sky he flew.