He held the sparrow in His hand
Comparing the bird to mortal man
Why can’t man trust me just like you?
When caring for man is what I do

If I love you, my feathered friend
How much more will I love men
Your safety you place in my trust
Yet to man I must prove myself, I must

Do you worry about shelter, my little bird?
Or do you just take me at my word
Do you fly freely from here to there?
Without a worry, without a care

When will man trust me, my sweet sparrow?
I place my breath in his soul
My love in his marrow
I place my hand to catch your fall
Yet mortal man dares trust at all

Did I not reach out to break his fall?
Did I not pay the greatest debt of all
When my hands were pierced by his sin
Yet he’s still afraid to let me in

O’ foolish man, how great your doubt
When the love of God you shut out
Study the sparrow, it’s a study in love
And total trust in the Father above.

Cheryl McClellan
9/4/2001