God made the birds to sing to me,
The blossoms on the tree,
To make me glad in summer days;
But why did He make me?
Dear child, how wonderful and sweet
The answer God has given:
The blessed Lord, who died for you,
Has need of you in heaven.
To make Him glad in paradise
He needs your little song;
He needs you for His love and joy
Where He has waited long.
ML-04/02/1978