Jesus And His Sparrows

In the springtime the little Sparrows,
Find a mate and build their nest;
Then lay their tiny little eggs,
and keep them warm beneath their breast.  

Jesus loves His precious Sparrows,
Each one is so unique;
They pick and choose their food to give,
And carry it lovingly in their beak.  

The tiny little baby birds,
Open their mouths so very wide;
And when the danger approaches,
Under the Mother's wings they go to hide.  

Jesus is to His people,
Like the Mother bird is to her young;
He watches and He listens,
As the blessed songs are sung.

To praise His name forever,
He keeps us safe from harm;
Like the Sparrows underneath the wings,
We're always in His arms.

Written by Shirley Jean Pickens 
Used With Permission