Not Forgotten

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Feb 8, 1906

ONLY a little sparrow, A bird of low degree; My life is of little value, But the dear Lord cares for me.

He gives me a coat of feathers— It is very plain, I know; Without a speck of crimson; For it was not made for show.

But it keeps me warm in winter, And it shields me from the rain; Were it bordered with gold and purple, Perhaps it would make me vain. (Matt. 6:30.)

And now that the spring-time cometh, I will build me a little nest, With many a chirp of pleasure, In the spot I like the best.

I have no barn nor storehouse, I neither sow nor reap; God gives me a sparrow's portion, And never a seed to keep.

If my meat is sometimes scanty, Close pecking makes it sweet; I have always enough to feed me, And life is more than meat.

I know there are many sparrows, All over the world they are found; But our Heavenly Father knoweth When one of us falls to the ground.

Though small, we are never forgotten; Though weak, we are never afraid; For we know that the dear Lord keepeth The life of the creatures he made. (Isa. 44:21.)

I fly through the thickest forest, I alight on many a spray; I have no chart nor compass, But I never lose my way.

I just fold my wings at nightfall, Wherever I happen to be; For the Father is always watching, And no harm can happen to me.

I am only a little sparrow, A bird of low degree, But I know that the Father loves me; Dost thou know his love for thee?

—Selected.