Sad I, the tiny sparrow was.

I wasn't very big.

I couldn't eat as others did

and didn't seem to grow.

Yet growing up, I was okay

here living out-of-doors.

So optimistically I grew -

but when it rains, it pours.

A violent gust of wicked wind

had hurled me to the ground!

The other birds had seen me fall -

so they had gathered 'round.

A Shepherd came when I had felled -

so sudden and abrupt.

My sore and crippled body then

was in His hands He cupped.

I saw some ugly, rugged scars

cut deep into those hands.

My wing was hurt, I couldn't fly.

This wasn't in my plans.

He raised me up.  It frightened me!

The other sparrows hushed.

Because I didn't know His love

I thought that I'd be crushed!

Believing things that I could see,

I held to physical.

Unknown, the things that I could not,

I feared the spiritual.

Yet now He holds and cares for me

unlike those other birds.

I can't describe the peacefulness.

I just can't find the words.

It's odd that I once feared the Lord

when I was on the mend.

But I have learned He loves me so.

Now He's my special friend.

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