Robin sings his song
To signify
The arrival of Spring
The cold days of winter
Gone for another year
Life begins again

Freed from winter's grasp
Survival achieved
For one more year
Robin sings
His happy song
Of good tidings

God sings comforting
Phrases as only He
Knows how
Pulling souls
From the depths
Of depression
And lost faith

The Robin's song
Soon begins to sound
Like every other winged bird
As time moves on
Never getting quite as much

Recognition as the first day
Of Spring
Annual spurts of faith
Falling on the twenty-fifth
Of each December
Gradually fading
Until that day comes again
He wants to be heard
Year-round
Us singing praising unto Him
With a love never-ending

He sees our faults
But still takes us under His wing
I can't help but wonder
If He at times
Feels like just another Robin
Waiting for that very first day
Of Spring

When everyone takes notice
Of the song He sings ...