Saturday, July 26, 2008
His eye is on the Sparrow
When I was a little girl I can remember the Pastor of our church, pastor David Cowles, would occasionally sing a special song. He had a beautiful voice that might remind one of George Beverly Shea. There was a gentleness and strength to his voice that commanded the room.
There was a time I can remember him singing that song, "His Eye is on the Sparrow" and there was either a bird in the church or just outside the door and as he paused at that point in the song, a chirping was heard. I cant remember for sure if I remember this happening or if it is a recording my parents had of the service. But I have never forgotten nontheless.
I dont know about you but I am prone to pity parties. There have been several times in my life when either by circumstances or self pity I have been in a very dark place. One period in my life in particular, I felt so alone and unredemptive. I questioned God and His timing, His plan and perfect will. I was very frustrated with so many questions and seemingly no answers.
As I went for a walk one evening, I found a small bird. I picked the bird up and carried it as I walked. I petted the bird and talked to the bird. I prayed for this bird. I wondered if there was something wrong with it since it had not flown away when I bent to pick it up.
When I came back to the place where I had found the bird, I set it on the ground and it hopped off under a shrub. I knew the bird would die if I kept it, as wild things usually do, and hoped that its fate would be better if it were free.
Then I felt the Lord speak to me in a way I'd not heard before. The Lord reminded me that just as He provides for that little bird, He would do immeasurably more for me.
Today as I watch finches, cardinals and sparrows at the bird feeder outside my kitchen window, I am faced with new and numerous challenges. But I am reminded of the verses that Pastor Cowles sang, and the little feathered friend God gave me when I most needed it.
Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely?
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
and I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches (I know He watches)
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know, He watches me
He watches me
He watches
I know
He watches me.
Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
ARE YOU NOT OF MORE VALUE THAN THEY?
- Matthew 6:26 ¶ 11:48:00 AM
When I was a little girl I can remember the Pastor of our church, pastor David Cowles, would occasionally sing a special song. He had a beautiful voice that might remind one of George Beverly Shea. There was a gentleness and strength to his voice that commanded the room.
There was a time I can remember him singing that song, "His Eye is on the Sparrow" and there was either a bird in the church or just outside the door and as he paused at that point in the song, a chirping was heard. I cant remember for sure if I remember this happening or if it is a recording my parents had of the service. But I have never forgotten nontheless.
I dont know about you but I am prone to pity parties. There have been several times in my life when either by circumstances or self pity I have been in a very dark place. One period in my life in particular, I felt so alone and unredemptive. I questioned God and His timing, His plan and perfect will. I was very frustrated with so many questions and seemingly no answers.
As I went for a walk one evening, I found a small bird. I picked the bird up and carried it as I walked. I petted the bird and talked to the bird. I prayed for this bird. I wondered if there was something wrong with it since it had not flown away when I bent to pick it up.
When I came back to the place where I had found the bird, I set it on the ground and it hopped off under a shrub. I knew the bird would die if I kept it, as wild things usually do, and hoped that its fate would be better if it were free.
Then I felt the Lord speak to me in a way I'd not heard before. The Lord reminded me that just as He provides for that little bird, He would do immeasurably more for me.
Today as I watch finches, cardinals and sparrows at the bird feeder outside my kitchen window, I am faced with new and numerous challenges. But I am reminded of the verses that Pastor Cowles sang, and the little feathered friend God gave me when I most needed it.
Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely?
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
and I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches (I know He watches)
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know, He watches me
He watches me
He watches
I know
He watches me.
Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
ARE YOU NOT OF MORE VALUE THAN THEY?
- Matthew 6:26 ¶ 11:48:00 AM
