one sparrow
on planet earth.
one sparrow falls to the ground.
He sees.
He cares.
little hands search.
little hands dig on
a playground.
looking for treasures
to bring to a
teacher who
cares.
who rejoices
with the one
finding treasures,
for she knows it isn't
really about the treasure.
He sees.
He cares.
eyes of your heart to picture
what is perhaps unpicturable.
I know. try anyway.
in my eye's mind
I. see. Jesus.
I see Jesus picking up
the sparrow so broken.
I see Abba gently taking
that sparrow now lifeless
into His hands.
the nail-pierced ones.
the ones with billions upon
billions of names engraved
on them.
and His tears fall.
and now I see the
little hands clasping
a treasure of sticks
of leaves
of things
no one else
even noticed.
and oh so gently
Jesus picks up that
child with heart broken
and tenderly embraces.
Abba wraps them with
love as warm as a blanket
kissed with sun's rays.
and the Spirit encircles
in colors iridescent.
we each have our own
broken sparrows and
broken treasures and
broken hearts.
He sees.
He cares.
perhaps a child lost a parent.
perhaps a parent lost a child.
perhaps a child clings to rubble
as bombs rain down all around.
perhaps a child is waiting for
a bite of food. just. one. bite.
perhaps a job lost.
a relationship broken.
disease ravaging
a body.
a family fleeing
from war only to
find rooms at the
Inn
are
full.
doors slammed shut.
perhaps behind bars
a head is bowed in despair.
"surely He cannot love me."
oh but He can and He does.
He sees.
He cares.
He knows.
after all, the Composer
of every life song,
of every love story,
wrote Himself into
the composition.
and among the
very first notes
was an Inn with
no
room.
He, the ultimate treasure,
was despised and rejected.
He gave for us what no one
but Himself could give: His life.
all because He loves the little sparrow
and loves every heart that ever
did beat. is beating. will beat.
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