The Sparrow Has Flown Home
She’s just a little sparrow,
A weakened vessel made of clay;
Yearning for the day break,
When the shadows will flee away.
Looking for the Sun of Righteousness
To arise with healing in His wings.
As the Saviour waits with open arms,
This little sparrow begins to sing.
Her Heavenly Father numbers each little hair;
Not one of them can come to lasting harm.
Not a sparrow can fall apart from His will –
She is safely resting in His everlasting arms.
Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of one of His own.
Her Father waits to receive His child –
Into the loving arms of Jesus she has flown.
Now she is flying near God’s Heavenly altar,
Forever to worship before His throne;
Dwelling in the Lord’s presence –
This little sparrow has flown home.
August 30th, 2004
Jerry Bouey
(Dedicated to Carol Trenholm – now truly at Home with her Saviour)
Matthew 10:29-31 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Luke 12:6-7 Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Psalms 84:1-4 How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even Thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God. Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: they will be still praising Thee. Selah.