In the vastness of creation,
I am but a tiny thing,
Yet you bless me beyond measure
Giving me new songs to sing.
You see the cares that I will face
And move them from my path;
You still the torrents rising up
Before I feel their wrath.
I am but one small beating heart,
Yet you show me such grace;
I trust you and you lift me up
Into your warm embrace.
Matthew 10: 29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of
them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very
hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more
than many sparrows.
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