Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Sparrows fly

I see a sparrow
fly high
through the air
he is tiny
brown and gold
God sees him
with his eye
and not one will
fall to the ground
without him noticing
he cares for
you and me
like a sparrow
how precious are you
to God
if he loves even
a tiny sparrow
this much?
Heartstrings Two, Copyright © 2008 by Library of Congress

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