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A sparrow on the rooftop Psalm 102 v 7

I'd rather be a sparrow in a tree

            Knowing that yo know that I am here

            Than any smartly suited millionaire

Who assumes that money makes him free.

Does he delight in mornings such as this?

            Does he see the sunlight through the haze?

            Does he sense bright heaven's song of praise

Or a father's thrill at his child's kiss?

I heard you say that though I looked so small

            I mattered to you and my tiny life

            Was sacred, worthy of the time and strife

You'd put in to ensure I did not fall,

And, if you did that, why should I fear

            Singing out to wake up this sad world

            To the glories he has here unfurled

For everyone, who has ears to hear.

Brian Hick December 2012

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