I'm just a little
Sparrow
I have no pedigree
I'm rarely ever noticed
But the Lord is watching
me
He gave me a coat of
feathers
'tis very plain I know
Without a speck of color
For it wasn't made for
show
It keeps me warm in
winter,
protects me from the
rain
Were it trimmed in gold
or silver,
perhaps would make me
vain
I have no barn or
storehouse
I neither sow nor reap
God gives my daily
portion,
with never a seed to
keep
There are many other
Sparrows
All over the world
they're found
And my Father always
knows
When one falls to the
ground
I'm only one little
Sparrow
A bird of low degree
I know my Father's love
Dost thou know His love
for thee?
Yolanda Cohen © 2004
yycohen@aol.com