debby_ziegler:
pigeons. . . .
debby_ziegler:
like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my own way to be free
debby_ziegler:
birds at the beach. .
debby_ziegler:
birds of a feather. . .
debby_ziegler:
the pigeons. . .
debby_ziegler:
congregation. . . .
debby_ziegler:
blue sky. . .
debby_ziegler:
see the owl. . .
debby_ziegler:
we thank you for this food. . .
debby_ziegler:
single file. . . .
debby_ziegler:
two. . . .
debby_ziegler:
don't feed the pigeons. . .
debby_ziegler:
brick wall. . . .
debby_ziegler:
all lined up. . . .
debby_ziegler:
bird on a wire. . . .
debby_ziegler:
honey. . i think we need to paint. . . .
debby_ziegler:
faith is walking to the edge of everything you know to be true and then taking one more step. . . .
debby_ziegler:
taking off. . . .
debby_ziegler:
hitchhiking. . . .
debby_ziegler:
i think it's raining birdseed. . .
debby_ziegler:
one of my birds. . .
debby_ziegler:
. and let birds multiply on the earth. . .
debby_ziegler:
one. . .
debby_ziegler:
Are not two sparrows sold for a cent. . . .
debby_ziegler:
one of my birds. . .
debby_ziegler:
Look at the birds of the air. . .
debby_ziegler:
. . . but the birds of the air have nests;. . .
debby_ziegler:
but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.
debby_ziegler:
can anybody hear me. . . .
debby_ziegler:
home is where. . . .
