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My Nest

I have been listening more and more to The Mormon Channel. It's inspiring talks, music and videos. All uplifting and oh so welcome in my life. The other day I heard the song below---and I fell in love with it. The lyrics touched my heart. As I watch my little birds grow and leave my nest. I cannot find a video of the song---but I will keep trying. The group is called One Clear Voice, and they are amazing.

My Nest

The day has come for you to go
I've watched you closely so I know
I recognize your restlessness
It's time for you to leave the nest

I've taught you much of what you know
It's been a joy to see you grow
You fluttered first, then learned to fly
While I was flying by your side

A part of me
will fly away
As you leave my nest today
But part of you
will stay with me
You will always be a welcome guest
Within my nest

You've had brief chances to explore
That left you eager to see more
You've taken tiny solo flights
but always close within my sight
Enjoy the rhythm of your wings
the freedom soaring always brings
But in that endless span of sky
be careful where you choose to fly

A part of me
will fly away
As you leave my nest today
But part of you
will stay with me
You will always be a welcome guest
Within my nest

I'm trusting you now
to the Father's care
for when any sparrow falls
He is aware
Aware

A part of me
will fly away
As you leave my nest today
But part of you
will stay with me
You will always be a welcome guest
Within my nest

I am grateful to have been so blessed
To have sheltered you
in my nest



My two youngest are away at Youth Conference until Saturday, and my two oldest have flown from my nest. One is married and expecting a baby in October. The other is living with roommates and working. Two parts of me have flown away..but a part of them will always be with me and they will always be welcome, in my nest. I am blessed.

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  1. Beautiful. Makes me cry...my oldest starts high school this fall and I'm trying to wrap my head around that we only have 4 more years...please pass the kleenex!

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  2. I know what mean... It makes me cry as well.

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  3. Ive been looking everywhere for this song! If you happen to find it please let me know

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