Have you ever heard the song of an early morning bird piercing the darkness? His sweet trilling call ringing out strong and silver. You have to smile at his bold declaration, his confidence, that the morning is coming.
As the darkness softens and gives way to the morning his lone voice is joined by many friends. Before long the yard comes alive with the morning song of dozens of birds, almost raucous, joining that brave singer.
Is your life wrapped in gray? Turn your ear and listen for hope singing in the darkness, and join it.
“But as for me, I will sing about your power. Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love. For you have been my refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress.” Psalm 95:15
Other people are in the darkness listening. When your song of hope, of joy in your salvation, breaks out in the lean space between night and morning it touches another heart and invites your friends to join in the song.
When the job is over sing, when the illness drags long sing, when the news is bad sing, after a night of grieving sing.
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.