God Always Heard

The gentle breeze blows
The songbirds awake
Start gathering twigs
A home they will make

A rustle in the bush
Startles the bird
It was only a squirrel
That she had heard

A bee flies by
And then another one
The poor bird couple
Is not nearly done

They work and they work
As fast as they can
But still by sunset
They wouldn't have their own land

The sun's going down
How the hours flew by
The little songbirds
Don't have a place to lie

They work more and more
Until they are done
And a few months later
They have a daughter and son

And when it got hard
For the four little birds
They would just sing
And God always heard