Tune:  God moves in a mysterious way…

We do welcome the spring again,
the cold we bid good-bye,
the lark its warbling can´t restrain
way up towards the sky!

That little lark you hardly see
and yet it can be heard,
so happy, so untied and free
loud praises sings that bird!

And as my co-evangelist,
that doesn´t preach but sing,
this charming singer does exist
just to acclaim its King!

Its happy freedom does reflect
your liberty in Christ,
as Savior and as architect
that wonder He devised!

My freedom has but this one source:
His cross at Calvary,
for only by its saving force
my wings of faith are free!

March 16, 2012 – jn