God Loves Every Bird Poem by James McLain

God loves that and every small bird;
Everything he shows you,
because of that soft worry.
The single sparrow falls, it is possible,
but it is not, does it not rise and fly.
The originator has it always known.
There are they whom nest in the barn
which upon they do not fly far,
do not harvest the nest and the eggs.
Breakfast from all that it gives, 'God' in those,
one woman and one man gives over with those.
And this which we have known.
Because with that word which with that method
we read entirely,
we are small and the all smaller than small
each bird from him whom understands
and worry for the sake of, the giving.
God loves every bird where each is small.
But be still and certain that worry submits for the child
whom you follow from the sky
and from the chick of that, 'Gods' hair.