The Sparrow

The sparrow left her nest in search of food Doing her very best to care for her brood Each flight a test as a worm below protrudes Oh how it is blessed though this worm eludes But she does not quit, not even given to a sigh The grass now well lite and affording another try Eyes now just a slit coming down from on high A worm having a fit never expecting he'd die And then back she flew knowing right where to go And little ones knew in the ruckus they would show In the late morning dew time to eat is all they know But soon grow mindful of what mother taught though For soon it will be their turn the summer season so near For they will now discern what God will make so clear Each day they will have to earn but shall not live in fear The moral here to learn is God holds you even more dear Matthew 10:31