On His Shoulder

Im just a little bird 

On God’s shoulder 

Asking Him questions

about when I’m older

He says it will come 

to me in good time 

No one asks the bird’s purpose 

before its flight 

We just know 

Its a personification of God’s love 

as we are all 

creations from up above 

So as I keep asking 

him questions more and more

He asks me why I need

to keep knocking on His door 

When all His answers are in the present 

And his hand holding me 

Is the moon and its crescent

A sunlit tree 

A grain of sand 

A dreadful storm

Your mother’s hand 

Its all unique, 

you understand

Its all a gift 

from the palm of his hand

It was all written

In His kind, masterous plan

That’s why we call “now” the present 

His love for you Is always endless 

So as my chirps die down 

I hear just one sound

Its my hand reaching for the stars 

With my feet on the ground 

A wind blows from behind me 

Reminding me I was lost and found

So I’ll leave all my questions for when I’m older

Because here,

at peace, I can stay

On His shoulder.