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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Quail Run

The birds are quiet in the morning. 
They eat the bugs on the ground, all around. 
They are beautiful. 
They are peaceful... 
They are...

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They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and...

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When I turned twelve, Dad bought me a shot gun
Thought two sons hunting with him, would be fun
My brother also got his at that age
They...

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