Teetering on the edge of the nest!

Leaving the Nest

Have faith little fledgling

For thy Father gave thee wings

that will lift you as you fall

light as a feather you will fly.

Have faith little fledgling

For thy father gave thee a voice

of the sweetest note that

will sing amidst the treetops.

Have faith little fledgling

For thy father will provide the

means to find food and shelter

when the stark winter comes.

Have faith little fledgling

In thy parents urging you on

with each quivering feather

for they trust thy Father implicitly.

Written for my GROW writing group annual calendar for 2012 - this years overall subject is 'Fruit of the Spirit' This poem is featured in the month for Faith.