You are like a bird who gathers twigs
Each one shapes the place you sit
You ask of Me and you receive.
For all good things I gave to you.
So choose the best twigs for your nest
The finest lint
Rise to your quest
The prayers you speak
The hopes you lift
All move through these eyes of fate.
You fell
You cried
You held your shame
My love for you has stayed the same
The twigs are the choices I lead you to
A storm may destroy, but I renew.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
You are like a bird who gathers twigs
Each one shapes the place you sit
You ask of Me and you receive.
For all good things I gave to you.
So choose the best twigs for your nest
The finest lint
Rise to your quest
The prayers you speak
The hopes you lift
All move through these eyes of fate.
You fell
You cried
You held your shame
My love for you has stayed the same
The twigs are the choices I lead you to
A storm may destroy, but I renew.
Feeling the conscience
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