Classic Poem

It's funny how a little thing
Can set a person thinking;
Can lift the load of weariness,
When eyes with tears are blinking.

Why, it was only yesterday
A little sparrow's cheeping
Reminded me of the Father's love,
And banished all my weeping.

I'd thought my world had fallen through,
And all my hopes were broken,
Until I heard his cheery chirp,
And through it Christ had spoken.

To tell again of wondrous love
To featured folk and lily;
And here was I, worth more than they,
And nearly worried silly.

I asked forgiveness for my sin,
And soon the clouds had drifted;
And with my little feathered friend
My voice in praise had lifted.