As a bird sings even before the rising of the sun

I will give praise even if my burden is too strong

With melodies of hope from rhythms so instrumental

I shall match their pitch disregarding my inevitable failure

And as each verse resounds in heavenly tones

Echoing abilities untouchable to my very own

I will continually sing over and over, note after note

Attempting to match a pitch so eloquently prosed

Because this is the way I want to speak to my Savior

To give Him the glory and to be deserving of His favor