(Roy Carter)

What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning the great speckled bird
Remember her name is recorded
On the pages of God's holy word.

Desiring to lower her standards
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teaching
But really they find no mistakes.

(On the wings of the great speckled bird, great speckled bird.)

Oh, I'm glad I have learned of her meekness
And I'm glad that my name's on her book
For I want to be one never fearing the face
Of my Saviour's through look.

When he comes descending from heaven
On a cloud as he writes in his word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet him
On the wings of the great speckled bird...