YOUR FATHER CARETH by Mary E. Kendrew

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 29, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 22.

"YOUR FATHER CARETH."

By Mary E. Kendrew

THE sparrow falls, a brief life quickly ended; Some wanton hand has blotted out the sun, The throbbing pulse of life for aye suspended, Unheeded and unmourned except by One. "Your Father careth" for a sparrow falling, His eye hath marked the dying agony Which rent the veil of life in throes appalling And choked forever its sweet symphony.

If He so care for these weak, tiny creatures, O soul distressed, doth He not care for thee? Can He not read in all thy anguished features Thy mute appeal against the things that be? "Your Father careth," cease thy vain repinings; All that thou needest He will send to thee— Mercy and love thru all the intertwinings Of the mysterious working out of His decree. —Mary E. Kendrew.