You said to look at the birds, so I do

This morning at the stoplight I saw one perched

His belly was speckled, his beak was ajar

What an intricate creature

I admired his beautiful features

And thought of Your words as I sat in my car

Am I not of more value than that bird

He has his daily bread and pretty feathers to keep him warm, a nest somewhere

Sustenance, shelter in the storm

Why am I weary with cares

Can you make me like a child again

Or like the wren

Careless

Full of faith

Unafraid – about what I’ll wear or what I’ll eat and what people will think

For I know You see

I can tell in the beauty and by how You’ve always held me

I’m falling, like a bird with clipped wings

But I have peace

You provide everything

So will you help me to seek You first

As I watch a flock of pigeons burst

I know You’ve got me