Life is a bench and then You fly, and if your tired of sitting on the bench, you can look up in the history books where old men brought their entire life's sitting on benches and men die on benches, but I have made the acquaintance with a feathered friend call "Mr Bird", and Mr Bird feast daily on my raisins that I leave for him, he a spirited fellow that has a wife call Mrs Bird, but he has not introduced us yet.I myself will be earning my own wings to fly away into the wild blue yonder like Mr Bird, I hope Mr Bird will still become his daily portion of raisinsThis life I live on this bench, the secrets I share, Yours and mine just don’t compare.I try so hard, and dream so long, I begin to see that I just don’t belong on this bench.
Psalms 91:7 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. 5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; 6Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. 7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
Psalms 55:6“And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.”
Matthew 6:26“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?”
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