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