He sends the birds br To wake me each day. br Somewhere from a tree br Or a fence across the street br Though they sing so sweet br I know not what they say. br br He sends the rain br To readjust the earths fluids. br And without a word br I automatically become leveled br As my senses get involved br And my body adjusts to it. br br There are thunderstorms br To change the stubborness of my will. br Nature and I are humbled br By thoughts of remorse br For unto the Master br Our spirits do yeild.