Why the birds don’t sing

Does anything keep you from living your truest life, your purpose?  The world provides ready distractions as do the unhealed parts of our hearts.  I pray we all live more God-inspired and God-directed  lives, for His glory. 

Why the birds don’t sing

We morph to suit the time of day

And grasp for things that shift and sway

Then lose our essence and our song

And wonder how it went so wrong

Preoccupied with shallow worth

And close our eyes to second birth

Ignoring all the signs of life

Our days become a edgeless knife

Distractions occupy our heart

And draw us from our destined part

We sing a song unknown to us

Then fight and toil and daily fuss

We hold old things for far too long

That do not fill, and are not strong

We look around no longer free

No more our song but raging sea  

We pull on bells that loudly ring

And this is why so few now sing

And sounds are not our truest home

And so our hearts must ever roam.

But that is not the final word

Following the common herd

But dying to our human will

In Christ we find our soul can heal

And life becomes about much more

His life to others...now I pour