God Cares For Me


I SAT in the door at eventide,

My heart was full of fears;

And I saw the landscape before me lie

Through mists of burning tears.

I thought to myself, The world is dark,

No light nor joy I see;

Nothing but toil and want is mine,

And no one cares for me.

A sparrow was twittering at my feet,

With its beautiful auburn head,

And looked at me with dark, mild eyes,

As it picked up crumbs of bread;

And said to me, in words as plain

As the words of a bird could be,

"I'm only a sparrow, a worthless bird,

But the dear Lord cares for me."

A lily was growing beside the hedge,

Beautiful, tall, and white

And it shone through the glossy leaves of green,

Like an angel clothed in light;

And it said to me, as it waved its head

In the breezes soft and free,

"I'm only a lily, a useless flower,

But the Master cares for me."

Then it seemed that the hand of the loving Lord

Over my head was laid,

And he said to me, "O faithless child,

Wherefore art thou dismayed?

I clothe the lilies, I feed the birds,

I see the sparrows fall;

Nothing escapes my watchful eye,

My kindness is over all."