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The Supplier
Chirping, tiny voices
Uplifted toward the skies
Small and fragile
Yet filled with a strength
Only heaven can give
With the gift of grace
As they sing and praise
Chirping, little voices
Singing joyfully, bright
As the hues that make up
Feathered coats, hopes
For the moment
When they leave the nest
Fly fast and free,
On a endless quest
For life’s sweet dream
Chirping, charming
With chirps of happiness
Poured out from beaks
Who are near the moment
Of release, sweet dream
They will rise to the skies
Leaving their mother’s nest
To find lives, settle
For no less than the best
Chirping, singing, crooning
A never ending song
Of prayer and praise
Warbling lyrics of grace
Awakening hearts and souls
To the whispers of delight
Found in those who see
Freedom bring
These beautiful creatures
To the skies, flying…
Flying, flying, flying
Through the heights
Of God’s breathtaking skies
As they take to the skies…
Their lives remind
God always supplies
He is the provider for birds
And those who know Him
Will always be heard
As they fly through this life
Flight Two Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 11, 2022
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Regina Mcintosh
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