THE SPARROW
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
My eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
My eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
My eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
He roams the changing sky
Riding with force we cannot see
He sees the shifting sands of the dessert
The depth of an ocean
And the grass of the land
As he flies over them
An adventurer, a traveler a storyteller
I think he is a book
He takes you to a whole new world
He is hash-grey
But he should be brown
Something not seen often
He sings is small song as he travels alone
His tail cut through the sky
Like a scissors
He is a painting a moment of magic
As he roars steem
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