As birds of the wild find our niches to nest in,
So do we of this world build our homes for to rest in.
As instinct drives our bird-friends to nesting,
So does our faith release us to Christmas in resting.
As our birds weave their nest and then fly into the sky
So shall we, as the angels, ascend by 'n by.
"T'was the One in the manger who will one day receive
our lives in ascending . . . you just gotta believe.
Selah.
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