Bird Watching

Our family takes great pleasure in watching a variety of different birds feeding in our back yard. If we enjoy this pastime so much, how much more must the Creator of all things take joy in keeping His eyes on us (and feeding us)? My blogging friend Becky wrote the following post recently and it spoke clearly and loudly to me.

Check out Becky's blog at: http://www.chinsup.blogspot.com

Be like a bird that, halting in its flight,
Rests on a limb too slight.
And feeling it give way beneath him sings,
Knowing he has wings.

Oh, such sweet peace just to know that should this branch snap beneath the weight of this sorrow, He has given me wings to soar. The Father watches over each of His little sparrows and tenderly gathers us in the shadow of His wings.


Sparrows Are Never Out of His Care, Neither Are We!

His Eye is on the Sparrow

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Chorus:

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free,
For His 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;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.