Two Sparrows

Upon a branch . . . A sturdy pine A sight I'm sure the twelve did see Recalling words that came from Thee In Matthew ten : verse twenty-nine	Our Father grants our daily bread To all His creatures of the field His wounds for every soul that's healed As even these His hand has fed
For all this chapter did prepare A flight much greater than these two Yet even these are willed to do By He who knows each numbered hair	O how much more this Bread be Life His Word that's carried on a wing This message Angels long to sing Our King who gathers near His wife
	*Amen*