by: Yolanda Cohen
I’m just a little Sparrow
I have no pedigree
I’m rarely ever noticed
But the Lord is watching me
He gave me a coat of feathers
’tis very plain I know
Without a speck of color
For it wasn’t made for show
It keeps me warm in winter
Protects me from the rain
Were it trimmed in gold or silver
Perhaps, would make vain
I . . . → Read More: The Sparrow’s Faith
