On a high treetop was born a tiny bird of pink,
Eventually he grew feathers and his eyes began to blink.
Faithfully his mother fed him and kept him warm,
Even on the darkest of days amongst a raging storm.
One day his mother never returned to feed him,
The next day he realized that his future looked dim.
Then he remembered the words of his mothers’ love,
Telling him the immense care the Lord has for him from above.
His hopes rose high and to the end of the branch he did walk,
Suddenly a shadow came over from the powerful wings of a sparrow hawk.
Half starved and near death he had no energy to escape,
He was snatched up by the hawk and knew this was his fate.
Remembering the words of his mother he prayed to the Lord for escape,
Then the hawk lowered his head to him and said, “You know you’re blessed I wasn’t too late.
You see the Lord told me you had no energy to fly,
And if I didn’t swoop down to stop you, you would surely die.”
So the hawk fed him and taught him to fly exceedingly well,
The sparrow from then on out trusted the Lord and in his heart He did dwell.
So next time your in despair and your hope in life looks narrow,
Just remember this little story about the day the Lord rescued the sparrow.