His Watching Care
A silken gray pathway
For fleecy clouds to roam.
A single star called Sun
To smile down on our home.
These all were made, to say
To we who live below;
To us, the breathing dust:
“You’re not alone. ”
A tiny sparrow died.
Somewhere, sometime today.
She’s fallen from the sky,
Yet- just a prayer away.
These all were made, to say
To we, alive below;
To us the breathing dust:
“You’re not alone.”
A million little sparrows
heaped high could not compare
to one immortal soul
Within His perfect care.
These all were made, to say
To we, alive below;
To us the breathing dust,
“You’re not alone.”
A fleecy cloud, a sun
anchored, in Heaven high
remind us there is One
Who beholds us with His eye.
To you, His breathing dust:
“You’re not alone.”
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