The Birds Sang to Me

The birds sang to me and broke the spell

my self-centered thoughts, my self-imposed hell

I felt like I was breakin' deep inside

circumstances, lost romances, emotional suicide.

In my head, no flowerbed

no color or sunshine

just black and white, an ugly sight

gonna lose my mind.

Then a robin, head a-bobbin

for a little food

sang a song, wasn't long

but it changed my mood

Made me stop, belly flop

and listen quietly

nature countin', quickly mountin'

its blessings from the trees.

The list was long, and mighty strong

and really very soon

had to smile, cause in a while

I recognized the tune.

"Count your blessings

name them one by one,

count your blessings 

see what God has done"

Each chirping birdy, kinda wordy

saying "Thank you, Lord"

you're very kind for your design

and it can't be ignored.

Got in the groove, started to move

and compile my own list

got so inspired, I was tired

cause an ending didn't exist.

So when you're down, don't make a sound

but just walk in the sun

you'll hear the praise, holy craze

and you can't stop at one.

"Count your blessings

name them one by one,

count your blessings 

see what God has done"