My Little Bird

I have a little bird
Who perches on my light,
He sits from early afternoon
Until the edge of night.

And as he sits
He sings and trills,
The joyful notes echoing
From canyons and from hills.

You can tell he isn't worried
That he'll get the early worm;
His joy is purely evident,
His faith in life is firm.

He's not a spectacular looking bird,
A simple grey and white;
But the smile he puts into my heart
Is one of true delight!

I had a yellow canary once,
Who lived in a gilded cage;
He never sang a single note,
Though he lived to a ripe old age!

No golden cage for this bird,
No packaged pet-store treats;
He lives among the tree-tops,
And forages for all he eats.

And yet he sings....
Oh, HOW he sings!
Sitting on my light
And fluttering his wings.

He hasn't missed a day in months,
He brightens my every day.
He's such a special little bird
That God has sent my way!

No matter what life hands him,
He always sings, "God bless";
Considering all God's given me,
Can I do any less?

He must have aches and pains sometimes,
And miss his mother, I suppose;
What makes him sing this joyous song?
Heaven only knows!!