On Hallowed Ground

On Hallowed Ground

 

For a certain bird that flies

There is some hallowed ground

Where he sings his songs

To those there around

 

And when he's in service

There is a choir too

That joins in the singing

All their favorite tunes

 

And the bird that is a winner

Perches in a tree

Just outside a window

And calling beautifully

 

A dove is a winner too  

With the peace he knows

And will take a chance

To reach a hurried soul

 

In service on Sunday

The feathered ones reach out

With their clarion calls

And listeners devout