I’m only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree;
My life is of little value,
But there’s One who cares for me.
I have neither barn nor store-house
And I neither sow nor reap;
God gives me a sparrow’s portion,
But never a seed to keep.
if my meal is sometimes scanty,
Close picking makes it sweet;
I’ve always enough to feed we,
And life is more than meat.
I know there are many sparrows—
All over the world we’re found,
But the Father in heaven knoweth,
When one of us falls to the ground.
Though small, we’re never forgotton;
Though weak, we’re never afraid;
The Father in heaven keepeth
The life of the creatures He made.
And I fold my wings at twilight,
Wherever I happen to be,
The Father in heaven watcheth,
And no harm can come to me.
I’m only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree;
But I know my Father loves me,—
Dost thou know His love for thee?
ML 10/09/1938