In the times of Job

Dead Bird

How shall I sing to God
when life is filled with bleakness,
empty and chill,
breaking my will?
I'll sing through my pain,
angrily or aching,
crying or complaining.
This is my song;
I'll sing it with love.

Brian Wren (1936-) © Hope Publishing Company

Dead Bird

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