The dawn still sleeps, the stars still gleam,
The owl awakes from feathered dream.
Soft wings stretch in the silver light,
Ready to roam the quiet night.
The little owl glides fair and bright,
Her golden eyes reflect the light.
She sweeps through air with gentle grace,
Day’s quiet queen of sky and space.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
Through whispering pines, it glides with grace,
No sound betrays its hidden place.
It scans the field, both calm and keen,
A hunter’s art, precise, unseen.
The mouse beneath the roots below,
Has no idea how keen eyes glow.
A rush of air, a silent fall,
Jehovah’s design—it rules it all.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
It perches high on cedar’s crown,
The forest hushed, the stars look down.
It sings no song, yet peace is near,
Creation’s voice is all it hears.
The river hums a gentle tune,
Beneath the quiet, watching moon.
The owl drinks deep from crystal streams,
Then guards the land with amber gleam.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
By dawn’s first blush, when robins wake,
It seeks the hollows, hedge, or brake.
The world grows bright, its vigil done,
It yields the sky to morning sun.
It tucks within a shaded nest,
The world now stirs, the woods at rest.
It dreams of flight, of whispering air,
Of moonlit paths and hunts with care.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
And when the stars return once more,
It spreads its wings to softly soar.
Each night repeats the song anew—
Praise to the One who all things drew.
When dusk descends, her vision gleams,
She drifts through clouds and silver dreams.
Beneath the stars she takes her flight,
The whispered heart of velvet night.
Maker, all creation sings,
Your love is found in everything.
From dark to light, from near to far,
All life shows who You truly are.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
Every feather, every breeze,
Every life in woods and trees—
Made by Jehovah, wise and true,
All things live because of You.
All things live because of You.
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