'Cause I forgot them yesterday.
I was only thinking of myself.
How I was going to find my way.
I filled their bath with water too;
As it was dry. No rain had come.
I do this for my feathered friends,
'Cause God cannot watch every one.
I know He needs our help sometime.
He gave us birds to make us smile.
He painted them with His own brush.
Gave each a different song and style.
If He forgot 'bout me one day;
I'd not survive without His care.
Yet I forgot my feathered friends
Because my day was dry and bare.
I'd really miss my baby birds
That mother tends with loving care.
Her little babies opened wide
And each of them would get their share.
Soon she'll teach them how to fly.
Then how to forage for their food.
Soon they will leave; be on their own.
Thanks to mom they learn real good.
Thank you God for birds that soar;
Up in the heavens close to You,
And thank you God for teaching me...
That sometimes they need my help too.
by Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
July 28,2003