Not One Of Them Will Fall

 

Oh Lord, You see even small things
That happen every day.
The sparrows in the cedar trees
Sing with joy as they play.
 
As tiny as they are, I know
They rest within Your hand,
And not a feather hits the ground
That isn’t as You’ve planned.
 
So, You have said it is also
With my head’s every hair,
That’s why I sleep in peace each night.
I know that You are there.  
 
No sparrow falls outside Your sight,
And it’s also been said
That You know the number in full
Of each hair on my head.
 
As I’ve grown older I find joy
In knowing, most of all,
That You are watching me all day…
For that’s how fast they fall.
 
Those little sparrows have sweet chicks
And each add to the count,
But, at my age, my hair thins fast,
A swiftly flowing fount.
 
I know I’m being silly, Lord,
As I’m inclined to be,
But I’m grateful Your eye’s on both
Those small sparrows and me.
 
Matthew 10:29-30
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.