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Sweetly Singing

So, today our church took our annual trip to the zoo. Rather than simply post pictures of people and animals, I thought I would share a poem specifically about birds and use pictures I took from the zoo. Make sure to click the images to enlarge them.
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The poem's title is:
Sweetly Singing

The birds do flit from tree to tree
And sweetly sing their melody.
They raise their heads and sing aloud
With voices that are freely proud.

Lord, please instill this heart in me,
To sing your praise delightfully,
To raise my head and sing aloud,
So that your name does clearly sound.

Just thought I would share that little poem with you. Now, here are the rest of the photos.
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Hope you liked the post! Have you ever seen some interesting birds? We saw some rather odd ones today, but some of the pictures did not turn out. Feel free to leave any comments in the comment section below or on Facebook.

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  1. Love the poem! Your photos turned out great, too!

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  2. Lots of pretty birds today. Nice photos. Lots of things we can "learn" from God's nature!

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