Living Hope

On the first day of the week
The birds chirped joyfully
Near the open tomb
Near the tomb of the risen Lord.

The cuckoos sang a song of new hope
The living hope given to man
The hope built on the foundation
Of the risen Lord.

The parrots tweeted the confident hope
To have an access into His presence
To call the heavenly Father
As my Abba Father.

The Robbins warbled the trusting hope
In times of trouble and sorrow
On the never changing
Omnipresent, all powerful God.

The sparrows chirruped the everlasting hope
Unwavering on the promises of God
Hope of a secure future
In the gracious hands of God.