I am like the captive bird
Held fast in Father's hand.
I sing my song to Father, God.
I praise Him in the Land!
I would not want another's touch,
So gentle is His hold,
And I, so small and fragile,
Could be crushed with one small blow.
So, let my song be all of You,
Dear Father, Lord of all.
Don't let me ever hear the voice
Of any other call!
I know I'm weak, but not with Your
Great strength to call upon.
Lord, keep me fine-tuned to Your heart;
Forever with Your song!
© 2005 by Joan Clifton Costner
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Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
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