At the warm sunrise
as the starlight fades
I hear the birds cry
to welcome a new day.
Rejoice in the blessings
they all receive.
With each song they sing
all glory and praise will there be.

Ever so grateful
for each new day
being so free just to live
never a worry, never a care
the beauty in all that God gives.
Cherish this time
as all creation does
Bask in the warmth of God's love.

Matthew 6:26
"Look at the birds in the sky. They do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns; yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they?"