His Eye is still on the Sparrow

Outside my kitchen window hangs a birdhouse,

and in that birdhouse a pair of sparrows have built a nest again.

I've blogged about this sparrow's nest before,
but it never ceases to remind me of important truths.

I love looking out through the blinds and seeing them peeking out,

watching the world outside their cozy little home.

I sit in the Family Room and watch them going in and out,
building the nest,
feeding their young.

I can't help but think of the old hymn,

His eye is on the sparrow,

and I know He's watching me!

I hum that song a lot these days -
 I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.