Feathered Choir

One cannot really say it is a good and well-trained choir;
to sing the loudest is the aim to which they all aspire…
They disregard harmonic laws – sometimes they’re not in tune –
and yet they give a grand performance every afternoon.

The twitter of the sparrow and the robin’s chirpy note –
the harsh metallic squawking from the starling’s shining throat;
and from the elms the noisy rooks demand to have a part
(it’s certain they will never master singing as an art).

They all strike up a different theme;  they sing just what they please…
They trill and pipe and whistle from their choir-stalls in the trees…
And here’s a lesson to be learnt – it’s just occurred to me –
If birds can sing in winter-time – well then, why shouldn’t we?

~ Patience Strong, The quiet hour ~

Psalm 34
A Psalm of David, when he changed his behaviour before Abimelech; who drove him away, and he departed.  I will bless the LORD at all times:  His praise shall continually be in my mouth.  3  O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt His Name together.

Psalm 100
A Psalm of praise.  Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.  2  Serve the LORD with gladness:  come before His presence with singing.  3  Know ye that the LORD he is God:  it is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves;  we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.  4  Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise:  be thankful unto Him, and bless His Name.  5  For the LORD is good;  His mercy is everlasting;  and His truth endureth to all generations.