God Cares For Me
I sat in the door at eventide,
My heart was full of fears;
And I saw the landscape before me lie
Through mists of burning tears--
I thought to myself the world is dark,
Neither light nor joy I see;
Nothing but toil and want is mine,
And no one cares for me.
A sparrow was twittering at my feet,
With its beautiful auburn head,
And looked at me with dark, mild eyes
As it picked up crumbs of bread;
And said to me, in words as plain
As the words of a bird could be,
“I’m only a sparrow, a worthless bird,
But the dear Lord cares for me.”
A lily was growing beside the hedge,
Beautiful, tall and white,
And it shone through the glossy leaves of green
Like an angel clothed in light;
And it said to me, as it waved its head
On the breezes soft and free,
“I’m only a lily, a useless flower,
But the master cares for me.”
Then it seemed like the hand of the loving Lord
Over my head was laid,
And He said to me: O faithless child,
Wherfore art thou dismayed?
I clothe the lilies, I feed the birds,
I see the sparrows fall,
Nothing escapes My watchful eye,
My kindness is over all.
Lift Up Your Hearts by Father Lasance, Imprimatur 1926 -
Taken from; Leaflets --
I sat in the door at eventide,
My heart was full of fears;
And I saw the landscape before me lie
Through mists of burning tears--
I thought to myself the world is dark,
Neither light nor joy I see;
Nothing but toil and want is mine,
And no one cares for me.
A sparrow was twittering at my feet,
With its beautiful auburn head,
And looked at me with dark, mild eyes
As it picked up crumbs of bread;
And said to me, in words as plain
As the words of a bird could be,
“I’m only a sparrow, a worthless bird,
But the dear Lord cares for me.”
A lily was growing beside the hedge,
Beautiful, tall and white,
And it shone through the glossy leaves of green
Like an angel clothed in light;
And it said to me, as it waved its head
On the breezes soft and free,
“I’m only a lily, a useless flower,
But the master cares for me.”
Then it seemed like the hand of the loving Lord
Over my head was laid,
And He said to me: O faithless child,
Wherfore art thou dismayed?
I clothe the lilies, I feed the birds,
I see the sparrows fall,
Nothing escapes My watchful eye,
My kindness is over all.
Lift Up Your Hearts by Father Lasance, Imprimatur 1926 -
Taken from; Leaflets --
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