What a shame it would be for a bird never to use its wings, never to use its voice to sing, for it not to eat of what nature brings but instead, to sit quiet and hungry.
For how much more are we to Thee? We live our lives bound when we are free; we live in want when He's met our needs.
With heavy hearts, we refuse to see that within each of us resides a melody that awaits its time of sweet release!
Sing!
