It seems most peculiar; yes, rather strange - That a bird, on a bitter branch might remain And more joyfully in winter months, long, Sing an elaborate, even a beautiful song. But such a bird is this one who can write, Who can attest that even though dark as night, His maker has given him a songbook of praise, To endure as a joyful sound, all days that remain.
What you are holding is a songbook. It is a different kind of songbook, for it was birthed in the darkest of night and the coldest of winter. And while it is readily in itself an instrument of praise, it also provides a foundation...
It seems most peculiar; yes, rather strange - That a bird, on a bitter branch might remain And more joyfully in winter months, long, Sing an elabor...
