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 me,
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 forgotten;
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?
“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? Fear ye not therefore; ye are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12:66Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? (Luke 12:6). 7.
ML 03/24/1946