Like bird that preens its wing for upward flight,
So, Lord, through prayer my heart prepares for Thee.
Rejoicing in each proof of Spirit's might,
Thought rises higher, clearer views to see.
Oh, perfect source, whence bounteous blessings flow,
'Tis gratitude that lifts me toward Thy fount;
Thy boundless love is with me as I go,
And aids me over error's mist to mount.
My joy released, releases thought from earth,
And freedom born of glorifying good
Brings winged courage of a holy birth —
How healing is the song of gratitude!
Who would not render tribute to his King,
With overflowing heart that longs to give,
And, like the birds that soar aloft and sing,
Know life — for to be grateful is to live!
