The tiny bird sings its sweet song To welcome the morning The homeless man, shivering, Burdened by life’s struggle Hears that song And remembers past love I see the man who hears the bird Who welcomes the morning And, in my hopelessness, I understand everything is grace.
EVERYTHING IS GRACE
EVERYTHING IS GRACE
EVERYTHING IS GRACE
The tiny bird sings its sweet song To welcome the morning The homeless man, shivering, Burdened by life’s struggle Hears that song And remembers past love I see the man who hears the bird Who welcomes the morning And, in my hopelessness, I understand everything is grace.