Provision
(By skywatcher101)


A tiny choir with feathered wing,
daily, they, to their Maker sing.
Each beat of heart, so filled with song,
their praises raising all day long.

They worry not for dress or feed,
depend on Him for every need.
On Heart of Love they do rely,
resting under His watchful eye.

When winged one falls, He forgets not.
Such love! Through these, the Savior taught
of greater worth to Him are we,
yet, often filled with fear we be.

What harm can touch one in His care?
Safety, shelter, sustenance there
provided free, for us so weak,
if we His kingdom only seek.




Author's Comment: Based on Luke 12 and personal observation of these winged wonders.