Something lives in every hue Christless eyes have never seen...

I was having lunch by myself, watching a sparrow from a table away, having a slightly blunter beak than its companion, eyeing the food remnants on the table as it made its ascend strategically by circling it from the floor, to the stool, and finally on the table, next to the plate, nibbling on a few grains of rice. I thought about flicking my arm to chase it away for hygiene purposes, but I held back, just to observe a little longer. Ah, who feeds it? Look, even this is detailed by God. It was something no bigger than my fist, yet the way it twitches its head to check for danger is faster than I can twitch my fingers. It darts through the air skilfully, and manoeuvres its way through the window grill, out of my sight, with much more ease than a fighter pilot. And then I remembered "are you not worth much more than they?". (Matt 6:26)

Heav’n above is softer blue, Earth around is sweeter green!

Something lives in every hue Christless eyes have never seen;

Birds with gladder songs o’erflow, flowers with deeper beauties shine,

Since I know, as now I know, I am His, and He is mine.

Since I know, as now I know, I am His, and He is mine.