God's Sparrow Poem by AHO Speaks

Here I sit at the top of a tree
Wondering why God created little me?
I am without colors for my feathers to show
Yet I believe God tells me all I need to know.

Not even as a golden eagle with all its regal splendor
Would I trade this journey; to long remember.
For the unique gift which allows me to fly
And God's thoughts for the wind. to life me into the sky.

I know I do not soar or have a lilting voice
But I exist because of God, s gracious choice
Tho I may appear to have thoughts that are very narrow.
Thank you God; for making me your sparrow.

As I sit on the top of the giant sequois tree
I know there are others; but you also truly love, little me.