Sparrow and the Leaf
The
leaf takes on the hue of autumn
and
the Father
of
all
gives
his consent.
Just
as the sparrow
sings
a final song
before
leaving this life.
The
LORD hears its song
and
is aware of its death.
The
leaf,
changing
color
and
falling to the earth,
the
LORD has counted each one
and
witnessed their dances of glory,
their
dances of praise,
their
dances of worship.
The
sparrows,
He
has bestowed upon them
every
song
ever
escaping their throats.
He
is the author of every note
and
the beauty of their songs
glorify
His being.
Little
ones
He
has counted every breath
to
ever fill your lungs.
He
has made note of each tear,
each
smile
to
ever decorate your face.
Little
ones
change
your colors gracefully,
as
He wills it.
Dance
in praise of Him
whenever
you sing,
be
it the first song from your lips
or the last.
copyright 2005 - Donald P James Jr
A poem that will tell anyone that God cares for him or her.
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