I have a water fountain outside and Claire put these little resin birdies on it.
One keeps being knocked in to the water by playful little birds.
"The little birds trust God, for they go singing
From northern woods where autumn winds have blown...
With joyous faith their unmarked pathway winging
To summer lands of song, afar, unknown.
Since we are sure our times are in His hand,
Why should we weep, and fear, and call it dying?
It's merely flying to a Summer Land."
--Streams in the Desert