There are many of my little readers who are delighted by the singing of birds, even if it be but the chirp of the city sparrow.
I was once in a place where each morning there was such exquisite music of birds, as only you who live in the country can know.
God wants praise, not only from the birds, but from people, though how little is given to Him. It is only those who are washed from their sins in the blood of Christ, that can sing songs of praise to Him. This is one of the happy songs of praise:
There is also a New Song to be sung in heaven that never has been sung there before; even the angels listen to this song in adoration and wonder. And what is so wonderful about it, is that none but blood washed sinners can sing it:
ML 06/17/1945