an echoing down the flue
I startle near
and in listening, hear
a song of morning new
A caroling of forgiveness
of mercies fresh and pure
the hymn of spring
His graces ring
His promises assure
When I set aside the clatter
of all my worldly cares
and read His Word
the trilling bird
will quiet at my prayers
When the bird sings in the chimney
a calling; wild and free
In this quiet place
I’ll seek your face,
it is there I’ll wait on thee;
When the bird sings in the chimney