The birds are singing again this morning. I'm not sure where they hid when weary winter came for a surprising May visit. I saw many of them fluttering about in confusion, but this morning they are singing again. And I know who is sustaining them.
I know the One who is holding things together so the birds can sing their song to heaven for a morning audience. I know Him.
The birds are singing and how can I not sing with them? I get overwhelmed at the song creation sings because I know there is always a place for me in the choir. As God does whatever He pleases (Psalm 115:3), He is pleased to hold things together (Colossians 1:17) and invite us into His joy.
The birds do not sing to say thank you as God holds them together and writes the music for their song. They do not sing to exchange beauty for beauty.
The birds sing because God gave them a song.
Who has given a gift to God that he might be repaid? For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. (Romans 11:35–36)
The birds sing because God receives glory when creation steps into His joy and He wrote the music for just such a celebration. He is the conductor as much as He is the composer of creation's song and there is a part for me to sing today.
May God be praised as I sing the song hidden in my heart in praise of His glorious grace!