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The Sparrow





~^~The Sparrow~^~
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She once watched her daddy weep
From behind her mama's skirt...
Not understanding why he cried
With each shovel full of dirt.
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It was just an ordinary bird
She reasoned in her childish mind.
Her daddy didn't even know it
And he was not the crying kind.
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Why would this little sparrow
Break this big man's heart?
My, her Mama, too, was weeping!
She watched them both fall all apart!
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She was barely five years old...
She couldn't really comprehend.
Why would he bury it then pray
For the sparrow to ascend?
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When her daddy bowed his head
She could only stand and stare.
She stood startled when he spoke
These poignant words in prayer.
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"Another little sparrow, Lord,
That's flying home to you.
The winds and rains have beaten
And broken this one, too".
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I know You've watched and wept
As each fell to the ground.
I've turned the earth and buried
Every single one I've found.
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Life on this earth is fragile
For birds and beasts and men.
That's why we must be faithful
And to Your Words attend.
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For like this little sparrow,
We, too, shall fly away.
Receive this little feathered friend
As You'll receive us all one day.
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And, dear Lord, please protect us
When we're not flying right.
For like this little sparrow
I know we're always in your sight.
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Forgive us our trespasses
In Jesus' Name we pray.
And, Father God, we bless You
Today and every day.
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And so upon this summer day
The will of God was done
When a big man and a little bird
Beneath a blazing southern sun
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Brought a little girl's first lesson
In death and life beyond.
A lesson which remained with her...
One of which she was so fond.
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Memories make up our lives...
Some are happy...some are sad.
You see, I was that little girl
And the big man was my dad.

  Lovingly,
 (C)Doris Jacobs-Covington
  June 20, 2009
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"The very hairs of your head
are all numbered. Don't be
afraid, you are worth more
than many sparrows."
Luke 12:7

















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