The Feeder

Walking to my feeder, to feed the birds each day, I listen to the birds, as I poke along the way. I hear the Chickadees sing fair weather, fair weather, oh, what a nice, nice day. As I walk I see, many Blue Jays, and hear them as they cry, I am very hungry, from branches so high. All these beautiful birds are waiting to be fed; then this thought came into my old head, we too need to be spiritually fed. We need God’s word and listen while it is read, and memorize it in our heart and in our head!