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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

heavenlyechoes.today
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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

heavenlyechoes.today
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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

heavenlyechoes.today
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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

heavenlyechoes.today
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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

heavenlyechoes.today
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Discussion  - 
 
The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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The Bluebird’s Song
A young lad strolled down a carefree path
That led through meadows fair;
A bluebird beckoned from a tree above
And sweet and clean was the air. 

“It’s a fine bright day to be on my way,”
Sang the boy as he strode along
And when he beheld the shaded brook
The bluebird echoed his happy song. 

Young companions with lilting voice
Called out so merrily
And he echoed back, not a care in the world
For innocent and free was he. 

Buttercups nodded in the rustling grass
As bright clouds scudded the sky
Then in the distance he saw a road 
Where a crowd was passing by. 

The closer he got the more he observed
The noisy and raucous throng
With their bright array and music gay
They were moving right along. 

The boy’s eyes clouded when he saw the mob
And the light on his face grew dim
For he saw the path he was traveling on
Would soon be blending right in. 

His footsteps slowed on the dusty trail
And the sweet bird’s voice was gone
He kicked at the stones and looked once more
At the cold and aggressive throng. 

Schoolmates, one two and more
Hollered for him to come
Yet once again as there he paused
He heard the bluebird’s song.

Then quick as a flash he saw the path
That led up a mountain steep
There a quiet path, a lonely trail
His wondering eyes did greet.

The boy soon halted for there at the start
Was a tiny and narrow gate:
A little thing, a low slung thing
Should he venture through, or wait?

But as he waited the bluebird fair 
Soared up and flew away
And the light was gone and his song was gone
So the boy knelt down to pray.

To every sweet child there comes a time
When Innocence path will fade
Will they drift along with the merry throng,
Or will they let Christ be their guide?
Marilyn Friesen

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