“Come, little brother, come with me,
The chickens must be fed;
And you shall give them all they need,
And throw them crumbs of bread.
“How eagerly they run about
To catch each tiny crumb;
And see — their happy chirp has made
The watchful mother come.
“She guards the little ones with care,
Lest mischief should befall;
And if some danger were at hand
She would protect them all.
“Beneath the shadow of her wings
The helpless chicks would hide,
And harm could never come to them
While sheltering at her side.”
Now, who is He, with tender care,
That guards and watches still
The little ones who trust in Him,
And shields them from all ill?
It is the Lord who lives to bless;
And, from His throne above,
Is watching over all His own,
To keep them in His love.
No harm can touch them underneath
The shadow of His wings,
For every helpless child is strong
While he to Jesus clings.
ML 07/26/1959