Flocking Together
I saw him lying there-
Still in death, and wounded severe.
This little sparrow, created by God,
Watched over by him…now’s he’s lying here.
Did God forget to care for him?
No, this little fellow made a foolish mistake.
He left the fellowship of his feathered friends,
To fly alone…Now, for him my heart aches.
We, too, need the fellowship of others,
As we journey through this life.
Friends add sunshine, divide grief and sorrow,
Substract loneliness, and multiply joy and delight!
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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