Dear Jesus,

What makes a birdie sing his song

While the snow is swirling down?

I wonder if he’s cold out there;

But he never wears a frown.

Mama said my angel cares

When I’m tucked in bed at night.

So then I feel safe in the dark;

And I sleep so well ‘til it’s light.

                                                Amen.

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