Sparrows And Swallows Poem by Olutayo K Osunsan

How pure and true is your dwelling place,
Where the sparrows build their modest home
And the swallows release their shielded young,
By your altar, in your courts, in the sanctuary
Where your glory dwells and is revealed.

My heart yearns and even cries to be a sparrow,
Or a swallow and dwell forever near your altar,
Leaning on your grace, gazing upon your face
And flying freely in your courts with songs.

Songs of adoration at the profoundness of peace
And devotion you pour into your creation.
For not even a sparrow falls without your knowledge
And in the palm of your hands you cup its soul,
Bringing it back with the kiss of love - of eternal life.

The young swallows call your name in the morning,
In anticipation of your visitation to their humble dwelling,
And how much more, I, your beloved image and likeness:
Craving and longing for more and more of you in my life.