Old Hymns and a Sparrow


I love that song, the old hymn
about the sparrow.
I always think of that tiny black and brown bird,
fluttering and chirping,
zipping through the air,
in an odd dance, almost a race to
dive
straight
to
his
nest
to feed his ferociously famished family
and make merry with his friends.
He's dipping down to hop around
to find some goodies in the grass.
Now he's cracking nuts in his beak.
Snap, crunch, snip!

Up he goes, in a fluttering frenzy,
singing a lovely song.
Tweet, twitter, chirrup!

Somehow, in the little bird's joyful tune,
I hear the words of the old hymn once more,
"His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me."

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