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.”