Consider the Sparrow
What's the point, my mind mutters.
Falling behind, needs abound
Solutions lost, none to be found
Bury my needs, as best I can
Soaked by tears, deep in the ground.
Life continues, despite my blank stare
For worthy ambitions, I no longer care
Time passes, I’m barely there
What’s the point, my mind mutters.
Prayers lost, hope fades
Roaches dominate —
A blind eye from those tending fate
Sparrows seem better off than I.
Yet my Heavenly Father still reigns
Somehow my good is ever assured
His Word brings comfort to my heart
I know from me—He’ll never depart.