Baked Blackbird Pie

How familiar are these words?
"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie, when the pie was opened the birds began to sing."

The words of this very old nursery rhyme, caught my attention, especially the line which says, "when the pie was opened the birds began to sing."
Now, who were these blackbirds? They were no ordinary birds. What was their secret to have survived the heat from the oven, and how they surprised the King of Hearts with their song, coming from the mass choir?
How does this nursery rhyme relate to me, and why was I so fascinated by it.

Many times I have found myself in an 'oven' environment, where the heat intensified, the ember got redder and the space became confined.
My baked oven experiences were, family, friends, neighbours, church members, finances, realms of darkness and the list can go on. Life experiences become our baked ovens and not necessarily people but our own mind.
Words, songs, fragrances, gestures, and body language bring back memories which may be pleasant or unpleasant.

I would like to share a secret with you of how I came through the baking time.
One day in March 1988, a preacher by the name of Bob Mumford, shared God's word from Isaiah 64: v 4
'Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has percieved, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf on those who wait for Him.'

Many of our "Blackbird Pie", the time in the oven, is God's waiting time perfecting us for the task He has designed for us and the ultimate purpose is for God's glory to be revealed.

Another verse comes to mind in Isaiah 48: v 10
"See, I have refined you though not as silver, I have tested you in the furnace of affliction, for My own sake I do this. How can I let myself be defamed, I will not yield my glory to another."

When, I yielded myself and allowed the Holy Spirit to find a resting place within me, only then, did my oven experiences become bearable because the creator of all things became the cooler around me and kept the heat away allowing me to see how God used the experience for His name to be manifested and glorified.

I came out singing, when the pie was opened I sang a new song, one I have never sang before.

Picture of blackbirds flying out of a pie.

You may be one of the blackbirds in the pie. It may be your furnace of affliction; a time of confusion asking God, why me, have I sinned, what am I doing wrong?

Remember, God's timing in our lives is perfect, it is God's agenda that is of paramount importance, yield to God, He is acting on our behalf. Will we wait as we are baking.

The end product is a singing blackbird, a living witness to the baking period, a divinely delicious, good, seasoned pie, enjoyed by all.
Only God knows how to reveal His glory through our daily activities. We are Singing Blackbirds; let's surprise the King of our Hearts.


Wendy du Plessis
Freedom Ministries - Prayer and Healing Centre


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