Song of the Sparrow

I’m only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree…
My life is of little value,
But the dear Lord cares for me.

He gives me a coat of feathers;

It is very plain, I know,
Without a speck of crimson
For it was not made for show.

But it keeps me warm in winter,

And it shields me from the rain;
Were it bordered with gold and purple,
Perhaps it would make me vain.

And now that the springtime cometh,

I will build me a little nest,
With many a chirp of pleasure,
In the spot I like the best.

I have no barn or storehouse…

I neither sow nor reap;
God gives me a sparrow’s portion
And never a seed to keep.

If my meal is sometimes scanty,

Close picking makes it sweet;
I have always enough to feed me,
And life is more than meat.

I know there are many sparrows…

All over the world they are found;
But our heavenly Father knoweth
When one falleth to the ground.

Though small, we are not forgotten;

Though weak, we are not afraid,
For we know that the dear Lord keepeth
The life of the creatures He made.

I fly through the thickest forest,

I light on many a spray;
I have no chart or compass,
But I never lose my way.

I just fold my wings at nightfall

Wherever I happen to be,
For the Father is always watching…
No harm can happen to me.

I am only a little sparrow,

A bird of low degree,
But I know that the Father loves me…
Dost thou know His love for thee?