Like the little tree birds.

Every morning,
the birds
sing near my window sill,
on the trees outside of
my cozy room.

I can't feel
but guilt, because...
The birds wake up early,
happily singing, thanking the Lord...
they open their wings blissfully,
jump from branch to branch,
wiggling their tales,
catching food,
showing God how gratefull and,
how in love with Him,
they are.

What about me?
I am curled up in my bed, feeling
jealous...
For why these tree birds
can be so much steadfast?
Every single morning?
from the get-go?
Through my outwardly hollow worships,
I fail again and again
to realize what life means.
Oh dear Lord, you sent those birds to
wake me up
from my ongoing slumber and
certain death.
Thank you.

Oh Lord, you gave me
the potential to represent your Lordship on earth.
I am endowed with a lot of gifts
and I feel ashamed to tell you now,
how,
I listen to the little tree birds, who
remind me to wake up and live too.
Please rejuvenate my rusty tired heart then...
purify it oh my Rabb..
so I can sing for you and fly
stretching my wings for You,
like the little tree birds.