More Than Sparrows

(Inspired by Matthew 10:29–31, KJV: “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”)

In the hush before dawn,
when the air still holds the breath of night,
a sparrow stirs in the hedgerow,
its fragile frame quivering with life.
The world has not yet noticed—
but Heaven has.

Its wings beat once, twice,
lifting against the pull of earth,
and somewhere in eternity
the Father’s gaze follows.
Not a feather is mislaid to chance,
not a shadow falls without His knowing.

And here I am—
heart pounding with tomorrow’s unknowns,
weighed with questions too heavy
for my hands to hold.
Yet the same Voice
that calls a sparrow skyward
whispers my name
into the lines of His palm.

He counts not only the stars above me
but the hairs upon my head;
not because the number matters,
but because I matter.
Fear loosens its grip
when I remember—

I am seen.
I am known.
I am treasured

by the One who watches sparrows fall
and never lets His children
slip unseen.

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