Like the sparrow

I know it ain't easy
Walking this straight and narrow
When the worries of the world
Cut to the marrow
Always dodging slings and arrows
But what about the sparrow

It never feels like winning
When life just won't play fair
But when there's nothing left to lose 
He is with you there 
In the place you call empty 
He fills it up, He's everywhere

Like the sparrow
You will fly 
I know your heart is heavy
But look up to the blue sky 
Let His love lift you 
Like the sparrow
You will fly 
05/21/21

amongst the detritus and cerebral flatulence that permeates my collection of words - I write a God poem now and then. I'm no psalmist. But sometimes....this broken soul remembers flight.
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