A Bird Into the hands of God Fell a dead bird. God remembered Making this bird. Fashioning each feather. Tuning the voice. A whole life it had Flown and sang. Now here it was, In God’s hands again.
A Bird
A Bird
A Bird
A Bird Into the hands of God Fell a dead bird. God remembered Making this bird. Fashioning each feather. Tuning the voice. A whole life it had Flown and sang. Now here it was, In God’s hands again.