Small Bird
I saw a small bird in our smoke bush
Catching some insects to munch
No trace of anxiety, worry, or care,
Just looking around for its lunch.
Knows nothing of God or Creation
Knows nothing of promise divine
It feeds with content every moment
And gets all it needs in good time.
So why am I anxious and worried?
Why do I easily fret?
When I know all about God’s resources,
His provisions I claim to expect?
Praise God for his patience with people
Praise God for his patience with me
My faith and my trust often shaky,
And hindered by uncertainty.
Oh, thank you, yes, thank you, small birdie
Example you set in the bush
With never a second of worry,
With never a moment of fuss.
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”
Matthew 6:26
Copyright © John Puckett | Year Posted 2024
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