See the birdie is enjoying the piture...
Unfortuantly, it died the next day after we release it to open at our doorstep..
We should have kept it..
My sister saw the birdie's small dead body and started singing,
" I found a sparrow lying on the ground,
a life i knew would soon be at an end...
I pick him up and held him in my hands,
And whisper as He say, " My son.."
Take these wings,
And learn to fly,
To the highest mountain in the sky.
Take this song
and learn to sing,
all the things so dear to me.."
This song was sung when I was in my secondary school days in my choir CCA featuring the sparrow as us and the person who pick the sparrow is God.
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