One morning I sat by the fire

Gazing out the window at the new fallen snow

Everywhere that it lay

Was like crystals all aglow

I heard a slight noise

about my kitchen window seal

There was a little red bird

that just couldn't be still

He seemed to be lost

Yet he seemed so kind

His family flew south for the winter

And had left him behind

He sang a little tune

that was so sweet and fair

As he stood there and shivered

Giving me this odd little stare

As the north wind blew

at their highest peak

The little bird looked up at me

Like he wanted to speak

I then went to the attic

for some things I needed to find

A little birdhouse I had made

Suddenly came to mind

I lined the floor with some cotton

From an old ragged quilt

got an old bird feeder

That my late husband had built

The little bird stepped aside

As I sat it on the seal

He was shaking so badly

He just couldn't be still

Now he lived by my window

all winter long

Chirping and singing

That same little song

I cared for him and fed him

Kept him in that little shack

Then on spring day he flew off

His family had come back

Jesus once said,

While walking by the sea

What you do to others

You do to me.

So stretch out your hand to a stranger

even though it may seem absurd

God will greatly bless you

Even if it's a little red bird.