THE SPARROW
The timid sparrow cannot sing.
Why did she swallow her song?
She could not compete with eagles and owls,
At least this is what she believed.
His eye is on the sparrow,
His love is shining down,
But the timid, songless sparrow
Feels small, insignificant, brown.
Afraid of eyes upon her,
Afraid to find her voice
But His eye was on her nonetheless
Insisting she had choice.
Sparrow met the eagle,
Jealous, she watched him soar.
Sparrow met the owl so wise,
Then, retreating, sparrow closed her eyes.
Then sparrow met the One with the Eye,
He asked her, where is your song?
I swallowed it, Lord,
I couldn't compete.
The Lord replied
But I made you complete.
Your song is unique,
Your song is your own,
Let your song be heard,
You're never alone.
And His eye stayed on the sparrow,
And sparrow found her voice,
Such a tiny wee bird,
She let it be heard,
Surprised to discover she sang like no other.
