Little Sparrow...
When I have a lot of worries, And my soul is weighted down, I can almost hear Him saying, "Only crosses make a crown."
And when my eyes are burning From the tears that I have shed, Comes the gentle voice "Remember What I suffered in thy stead?"
When I look around for comfort, And there is no listening ear, Comes a whisper close beside me, "Hush My child, for I am here!"
And somehow the heavy burden That I almost couldn't bear, Slips from off my aching shoulders, And becomes as light as air.
And my heart is filled with gladness, And with peace when it recalls He knows all things, down to the time The smallest sparrow falls.
And a new hope stirs within me, Like the beat of feathered wing, And in His outstretched arms I find A love to which I cling.
And I am no longer troubled At the turning of the ways, For long ago He told me "I am with you all the days."
And I find a blessed haven, Beyond the reach of man, Just like the tiny sparrow That He shelters in His hand.
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