Poetry Corner

     His Eye Is On the Sparrow

 Why should I feel discouraged? 
 Why should the shaddows 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. 
 
 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. 

 Whenever I am tempted, 
 whenever clouds arise, 
 when song gives place to sighing, 
 when hope within me dies; 
 I draw the closer to him, 
 from care he sets me free: 
 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.  

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.

      -Civilla D. Martin