Give It
By Julie Dibble
The birds sat atop the spiny limbs of trees
Planning their evening, making their pleas
Whatever can they be saying
Or were they pouring out worries and praying?
Made with such precision and care
Instilled in them is a direction of where
To seek life
To breathe out fear
To find tiny bits of food
To be carried by his air
Let us learn a lesson from the small yet significant sparrow
Trust, be thankful, surrender your sorrow
For in Him lies your everyday hope for every tomorrow