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A popular song from my youth, composed by Burt Bacharach with lyrics by Hal David, is titled "Magic Moments." It is really a love ballad, but I thought of it in a different way this week when I experienced a magic moment of my own. I was down on my knees, pulling chickweed out of the rose bed when a bold little sparrow hopped over beside me, then fluttered into the weeds, mere inches from my hand.
I consider chickweed a weed, as evidenced by the name. The sparrow considered it lunch! We spent about ten minutes sitting together, him eating, me just enjoying the magic moment of a wild bird within arm's reach. I was reminded that just the day before, in church, we'd sung "This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise."
Sparrows feature in Jesus' teachings as well. "Consider the birds of the air . . " Matt 6: 25-27. The common little bird is a reminder to put our worries aside and trust in our heavenly Father.
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny . . . ? Matthew 10: 29-31
The Psalmist too, used this tiny bird as a metaphor for God's love. "Yea the sparrow has found a home . . .near Your altar." Psalm 84:3
Praise God from whom all blessings flow and especially praise Him for the fearless little sparrow who delivered a "magic moment" to a tired gardener.
God sees the little sparrow fall
ReplyDeleteWhy should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy—
I sing because I’m free—
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
“Let not your heart be troubled.”
His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness,
I lose my doubt and fear.
Though by the path He leadeth,
But one step I may see:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy—
I sing because I’m free—
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him;
From care He sets me free:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy—
I sing because I’m free—
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.