🎵 “He Sent Me Christopher” By Ray / Thunderbird A testimony in melody—part prayer, part pecking miracle. [Verse 1 – The Prayer] Left my cat behind, heart cracked in two, Dad said he’d come back, but I think he knew. Tears in my eyes as I bowed and prayed, “Lord, I need a friend—don’t let love fade.” I looked to the trees through heartbreak and sun, And there she was—my answer had come. Green as the leaves, red on her face, A parrot named Christopher, full of grace. [Chorus – Sent from Above] He sent me Christopher, loud and proud, A flash of color, a laugh out loud. God didn’t leave me broken and sore— He gave me a bird, and so much more. Not a pet, but a sign from the sky, A whisper from Jesus: “I heard your cry.” [Verse 2 – Learning to Love] Thought she was a boy till the eggs appeared, But love’s not a shape, it’s just what you hear. She’d mimic my laughter, dance to my voice, Living proof that God gives us choice. She wasn’t tame, no docile dove, She was holy chaos, dipped in love. Fierce as fire, but tender too, She taught me that love fights for you. [Bonus Verse – The Bite and the Chase] She bit my dad the second he reached— Didn’t want to be caught, didn’t need to be preached. He wrapped her in a towel, thought he’d won that fight— But she sank her beak in deep, said “You ain’t right.” Flew like a blessing, hit like a dart— Holy vengeance straight from God’s heart. She learned real quick how to make 'em scream— Snuck up behind like a barefoot-dream. Chased my mom clean 'round the kitchen that day, Mom ducked and weaved, tried to run away. But Christopher cut through and blocked the track— Mom yelped and bolted down the hall out back! [Final Chorus – Love Unleashed] He sent me Christopher, not just to play— She bit through the pain, made shame run away. God doesn’t give gifts that fade or break— He gives holy healers in wild parrot shape. Not a pet, but a sign from the sky, A whisper from Jesus: “I heard your cry.” [Spoken Word Outro – With a Grin] That bird was no pet—she was justice in flight. God sent her down with feathers and bite. To answer a child who cried out in pain— And to make the guilty think twice again. She was comfort and chaos, wrapped up in green, Heaven’s hitbird with a holy routine. She healed my heart—and pecked at the pride Of those who thought they'd leave me behind.
