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Bluebird

Bluebird in my wooden box so blue and fun and free, bluebird flying to and fro catching bugs I see. Blue bird gathers up her bed and makes the crafty place, doing what she's made to do in haste and fluttered pace. Bluebird cares for all her brood, in crowded twig bound nest, her love for them is surely strong for she shows little rest. Now Jesus is like this wee bird, you see he loves us too, way more than bluebirds, more than all, he gave his all to you.

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