Unfortunately, one little fella wound up on the wrong side of the fence. Hearing his family on the river side, he franticly scuttled along the barrier. A mere one foot high, for the little bird the fence might as well have been Alcatraz.
Nearby, Mother Goose hovered and honked loudly to Junior who desperately waddled back and forth along the divider. At one point, he tried with all his pathetic little might to fly over the divider. Jumping and flailing his weak downy wings, he failed to launch more than an inch off the ground. And then I saw it. Several feet away, the rugged wooden beam arched upward, just a few inches, but surely high enough for Junior to scurry under. Now how to steer him there without causing him a coronary?
Psalm 138 (Amp)
I will confess and praise You [O God] with my whole heart;
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In the day when I called, You answered me; and You strengthened me with strength in my inner self.
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they shall sing of the ways of the Lord and joyfully celebrate His mighty acts, for great is the glory of the Lord.
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For though the Lord is high, yet has He respect to the lowly [bringing them into fellowship with Him];
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Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me…