Chicken Little

A little chicken I am
As proud as a peacock

Look at me
Look how pretty my feathers are
How red my crest is
How beautifully I sing
I say

My wings don’t fly
Yet I’m a messenger of morning
I crow

Head held high
I strut about my territory
Guarding it fiercely
Fussing over little things all day long

Easily startled & easily annoyed
I am a chicken little

Yet, God loves me.
How pretty the little chicken is
He says


Feb 13, 2017

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