Sing on, fair Mockingbird, sing on!

And teach your lesson true;

Would to God that most of us

Could learn a lesson from you.

Yesterday a gale surrounded

‘Til you wings faint held the breeze -

But today you sing as though you dwelled

In Eden’s glory trees.

...I see your nest upon the ground -

Your little one destruction,

And wonder you can sing at all...

But there’s your song...perfection!

...When trials come to me or mine,

Acceptance come so slowly;

Grief, resentment, fear, dismay,

Make me feel so lowly...

But...here you are, noble troubadour!

Oh, yes - I’ll listen too,

For my heart can hear your lyrics:

"He lives! He’s coming soon!"
 

Joan Clifton Costner