Little itty baby bird sitting way up in a tree
All alone in the world
With no feathers
On your wings
To keep you warm
And to take you where you need to go

I reached my hand up to you
And you let out a loud protesting sound
You didn't know my hand was there to help you
Fear was all the only song that you could sing

I reached my hand around you
Grasping you gently in my palm
As I sat down upon the ground
Holding you closely to my chest
I said, "It's all right little birdie
I am here to help
Tell me of your troubles
And I will try to understand
I will listen to your worries
And give you a helping hand

After awhile  the birdie's heart
Was calmed and he was trusting
The efforts of my hand
Then as I turned the birdie loose
He turned into a little lamb

His fur was wooly soft
And he longed to run and play
He frolicked all around me
He nudged me with his nose
His heart was full of happiness
Through all of his whole being
It did show

Then I had a thought that deeply
Concerned me
As I watched him at play
I must help him find his future
The job that he was meant to do
I must help him find his wings
The thing that will help him find
What he was meant to do
The things that will take him
Up where he was meant to sail
Help him land
In the garden of his potential
Finding the work that he must do
                                        
Only then the rescue will be complete
Completely in God's will.