By Rebekah Sherman
Rain drops fall down all over me.
Drip drop, drip drop, falls down on me.
I hear your voice whispering,
Crickets, birds, music to my ears.
Someday, the birds will be singing.
Someday, the birds, they will come.
Oh, someday the birds will be singing to me,
Someday, the birds, they will come.
Silence, silence, I can no longer take,
While remembering effects of my gushing pain.
Your nearby presence, your raw, cleansing blood pouring out,
Is the only thing that has kept me sane.
Do you hear the voice of Your people?
Shouting in sweet victory?
Oh Father, oh Father, do you hear
Their voices, crying out?
Thunk, thunk, thunk, is my beat.
In its wake, Fear leaves me trembling.
I can still feel its shadow calling,
As it continues to torment my soul.
Someday, the birds will be singing.
Someday, the birds, they will come.
Oh, someday the birds will come to me.
Someday, the birds will come.
I wait, sitting by my tree.
Awake, contemplating my suffering.
But it does not matter how I feel
Because I know that You, my God, are near.
You are watching and waiting by my side.
Do you hear the voice of your people?
Shouting in sweet jubilee?
Oh Father, oh Father, send down your rain
Of manifested glory.
Believing inside, not even my past can terrify,
Because I know where I have been.
Still through it all while looking back,
I can see Your hand over my life.
It is one puzzle piece in Your plan.
Someday, the birds will be singing.
Someday, the birds, they will come.
Oh, someday the birds, they will come to me.
Someday, the birds, they will come.
So I do not care what they will say.
Throughout my life, You have been here to stay.
My past is all forgiven, and now it is my turn to forgive.
I surrender to You my all, and my false expectations.
Do you hear the voice of your people?
Shouting in sweet victory?
Oh Father, oh Father from above,
When they cry out, will you hear their voice?
Breathing in and out my anger, I surrender and breath in Your peace,
Because God, you have purified me.
Now I will lay down my guilt and shame,
Knowing that today’s the day.
God, you have restored me.
So no matter what I have done
Or how far away I feel,
I know that when I am done,
our relationship is the last standing thing that will satisfy me.
So I know one day the birds will come to me.
One day, the birds will come.
One day, the birds, they will be singing to me.
Today, the birds, they will come.
