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Your Heavenly Father Feedeth Them

"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Matt. 6:26"

God loves His little birds; for all
His tender care He shows;
A single sparrow cannot fall
But its Creator knows.

They do not sow, nor reap the corn,
Garner nor barn have they;
God gives them breakfast every morn,
And feeds them through the day.

And this we know; for in His Word,
Where all His ways we read,
We find that every little bird
He cares for, and will feed.

God loves each little bird; but still
More tender is His care
For children who obey His will,
Than for the fowls of air.

Christian Poetry by Anonymous
Public Domain