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Me an Ostrich ?

  • Writer: barrywadhams
    barrywadhams
  • Jun 15
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jun 18

I am who I am, you made me this way.

Sometimes I don't like it, but what can I say.

But then you remind me in a peculiar way,

Of the Ostrich and Stork and how different are they.

The Ostrich she flaps but cannot take flight

The stork has a plumage to soar at a height,

But the Ostrich she runs like an F1 supercar, (almost).

As she laughs with the joy of the Lord, what a star.


And so happy are we, when we accept who we are,

We're not an Ostrich, or even a car.

I'm me, your you, we do each what we do.

Don't change to be someone, you know is not you.

Be who you are, and Blessings abound,

They are not just for you, but for others around.

When we see how you run, we're as happy as can be,

Cos Jesus is shining in you, then in me.


It's YOUR breath, in my lungs.

Great are you lord.

What more can I sing.


© 2025 Barry Wadhams


Ostrich in Africa - taken by me.
Ostrich in Africa - taken by me.



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