The Black Say’s Phoebe Of Southern California
Driving out west towards California,Encountering unique and groovy birds Not commonly seen in my hometown,A beautiful brown and white bird
Driving out west towards California,Encountering unique and groovy birds Not commonly seen in my hometown,A beautiful brown and white bird
In the depths of despair, I cry out to You, O Lord Feeling abandoned, lost in sorrow and discord How
The pigeons in my backyard Are like friends to me They eagerly fly to me Landing on my outstretched hand
In Psalms 63, we findA dedication so divine To praise God for all of timeAnd raise our hands in His
My hobby stolen by others, But Jesus showed me a new way, Peace and fulfillment in His hands, Trusting Him,
In times of trouble, when we feel alone The Lord is our safe haven, our fortress strong He never abandons
Wow, look at those clouds forming to the south Just before the storm arrives Reminds me of Arizona’s monsoon season
Shout for joy to the Lord, Lift your voices high, For He is our creator, And we are His delight.
In Psalms 63, the psalmist cries out,Thirsting for God in a dry land, no doubt.With whole being yearning for His
On a sunny morning, A ring-necked dove perched on a wall, Grooming her feathers with care, The soothing cooing sound