Birds of Life
These did not come to feast or to play
They came with very much to say
These were not birds of prey
Nor did they come to stay
These hovered above a church called Promise Land
At first, I did not clearly understand
But in a short while, I could tell that they
were not vultures of death in such of road-kill
Rather, they were commissioned by God
to give fresh new life
These had come to preserve, protect, and extend
the life of the little flock
These had come to open new doors
that till now had been locked
These had come to set free anyone filled with fright
And to give them new energy to finish the fight
As they departed, I could see a formation in the sky
It simply said, "Birds of life. Goodbye".
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