THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD
What a beautiful thought I am thinking,
Concerning the great speckled bird.
Remember, her name is recorded,
On the pages of God's Holy word.
Desiring to lower her standard,
They watch every move that she makes.
They long to find fault with her teachings,
But really they find no mistake.
I am glad I have learned of her meekness,
I am proud that my name is on her book.
For I want to be one never fearing,
The face of my Savior to look.
When He comes descending from heaven,
On the cloud He writes in His word.
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him,
On the wings of that great speckled bird.
Play's Twice