DIDN’T FEEL LIKE SINGING
One day I just didn’t feel like singing, my heart so sad,
I could hear the birds that morning, they seemed glad
To be alive and they sang so sweetly, and the breeze
Wafted the sound heavenward from the swaying trees.

The lake seemed to laugh adding charm to bird song,
The calling of the loon, wind in the grass, now long,
All sang their own dear song, what was wrong with me?
What caused me to feel so low, full of pain and misery?

The day was drawing to a close, no song from me came,
Then I heard one bird sing his song, and then all my pain
Left me, my voice found notes to praise Him and rejoice,
As self pity flew from my heart, I made a wiser choice.

For I sang with the birds in the trees a song of sweet praise,
My now free heart’s message on the evening breeze did raise
Heavenward, a psalm of great thanks and never ending love
For the blessing He gives me now, for unknown ones up above.

I pray my heart will want to sing, when my voice has gone,
Even though the sound is cracked, my singing goes ever on,
For in my heart I pray His praises I will for ever want to sing,
Until I have an angelic voice and make heaven’s rafters ring.

(Millicent ) Ann Margetson June 2, 2002