TREES AND BIRDS 

I think God made the oak tree 
That little birds might rest 
Among its sheltering branches 
And build aloft their nests. 

In dashing rain or wintry wind 
Its green leaves softly fold 
About their tiny little forms 
And shield them from the cold. 

I'm glad the Father gives to us 
Rich blessings from above, 
Like big oak trees and little birds 
To prove to us His love 

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