Dear children, have you any crumbs
You really do not need?
The little birds would be so glad
Of such a dainty feed.
They cannot speak, but if they could,
I know that their would say,
“Oh, what a treat you’re giving us
This cold and wintry day!
“We hop about from tree to tree,
But all the boughs are bare;
Somehow we never starve, though oft
We have a scanty fare.
“We look about with eager eyes
In search of tiny seed,
But if we cannot find a grain
Your Father knows our need.
“He guides our wings, and tells us where
To take our feathered flight;
For though we’re small and very weak,
We’re precious in His sight.
“We are so very happy that
We chirrup all day long;
When summer comes we’ll thank you
with
Our very sweetest song.”
Dear children, He who loves the birds Much more He loveth you, And He will make your wants His care If you will trust Him too.
“BLESS THE LORD, O MY SOUL, AND FORGET NOT ALL HIS BENEFITS.” Ps. 103:2.
ML 10/16/1904