| The
Gift
I'll lend you a bird for
a while, God said,
For you to love him, while
he lives, and to mourn when he is dead.
It may be for twelve or fourteen
years, or maybe two or three,
But, will you till I call
him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to
gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll always have his memories,
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he
will stay, since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught
below, I want this bird to learn.
I've looked the whole world
over, in search of teachers true.
And from the folks that
crowd life's land, I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all
your love, not think the labor was in vain,
Nor hate me when I come
to take, my lovely bird again?
For all the joy this bird
will bring, you'll risk the grief as well.
Will you shelter him with
tenderness, and love his kin as well?
Will you love him while you
may, and know the joy will last,
Long after the little bird
is gone, the sorrow in your heart will rest.
But, should I call him back,
much sooner than you've planned,
Please brave the bitter
grief that comes, And try to understand.
If by your love you've managed,
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him you've
loved, be thankful, do not grieve.
Cherish every moment of your
feathered charge, He filled your home with joy,
Let not his passing take
from you, those memories to enjoy.
I'll lend you a bird for
a while, God said, and teach you all you have to do.
And when I call him back
to heaven, you will know he loved you, too.
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