Sparrow

A sparrow the image And she lonely seeks out food. From the bushes and recesses For a hopeful waiting brood. And the cosmos spins around her And she seems a trivial thing But the Maker of the cosmos Knows her lot, formed her wing. A sparrow the image And the day seems cold as death But the Keeper gives her wrapping And a cheerful singing breath. And she greets the paltry sunshine Of a birthing winter's day With assurance that her Keeper Sees her through to flowering May. A sparrow the image The dark days still abound And tooth and claw and slander Wait for her on shadowed ground. But she finds her way to Zion And a nest within its walls And quite certain Loving Deity Knows of each her flights and falls. (Consider Psalm 84 and Matthew 10)