Bill Cantrell


The Fallen Sparrow


The sparrow that has fallen,
Accepted by the ground.
Is noticed by the Father,
Forever looking down.
Its spirit now extinguished,
No, never to return.
Yet with the fallen sparrow,
A lesson to be learned.
Its spark was but a moment,
Yet caught the Fathers eye.
How much more for His servants
Who on Him do rely.
The faithful who have lain down,
Their hope is bright and sure.
Now viewed as a white garment,
Of which is clean and pure.
The tailor does His mending
On the fabric of the dead.
Not one of them is missing,
He remembers every thread.
Behold the fallen sparrow,
Now lying in the dust.
His example of assurance
In God put all your trust.

Submitted: Monday, October 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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This poem I wrote to encourage those who have lost a loved one in death that..all is not lost.

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