The Bluebirds

Written in Edmonton, Alberta, in January 2004

There is the sound of weeping

In the darkness of the night

A heart lies crushed and broken,

All hope has taken flight.

I hear the sound of mourning

Through the crying of the rain;

The world lies dark and dreary,

All that is felt is pain!

In that darkest hour of all,

Just before the day is dawning,

I hear the whispering of God, 

Soon, soon it will be morning!

I hear the bluebirds singing,

As light spreads throughout the sky!

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