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Hummers
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Spiritual
Hummers
I've had the feeders full for months,
But lately I can tell,
The word is out through avian life.
I can not break their spell.
For hours they zip and streak and whirr,
Across my flower bed.
I hear their humming in my sleep,
See beaks and throats of red.
I think that when God made the world
He took some extra time,
To make the lovely humming birds
That zip past line on line.
No thoughtless task was one that took
Such unique thrumming mites,
And gave them such a wondrous way
To brighten up my life.
If ever I forget to praise
The Lord who died for me,
I keep in mind the miracle
In hummers I can see.
