sparrows – Page 2 – Kate Bluett

Two sparrows for a widow's mite, and yet you see them fall, and you, who lift their wings in flight, O God, you hear them call. You make their singing your delight; you love the poor and small, and all their struggles you requite, for you are lord of all. Two turtledoves a son redeem, a mother purify, who trust the law and all it deems, who trust you will supply. And you, who made the waters teem and filled the empty sky, pour down your love in flowing streams, for you are lord on high. Two times the rooster cried the dawn; we weep now for our sin. Our pride and self-deception gone, repentance we begin. And you, who sent your only Son our lives from death to win, look down on every broken one and be our lord within.

Behold the lilies of the field!
They neither card nor spin,
but finer cloth their resting yields
than any toil could win.
But other flowers their stillness wield
for beauties poor and thin;
their trust in God their only shield
against the weight of sin.

The eagle braves the breeze's crest
and through the world is known,
by all for its pure glory blessed
and longed for when it's flown.
The little sparrow finds its rest
beside the altar stone,
but any beauty in its nest
is seen by God alone.

There have been eagle saints and doves,
but sparrows most of all,
and though the lilies tower above,
most of us blossom small.
But small or great the worlds we move,
we each must heed God's call,
and disproportionate, God's love
on hawks and sparrows falls.

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