Plentiful, and always there And yet how special they are As they flutter and spreads their tiny wings Bringing joy to all they sing.
But how we treat them with contempt And sometimes wish them far For we only look and see the damage That they may do each day.
But they are only sparrows We often stop to say And so with little thought or care We put them down each day.
But may I remind you all this day That they are special too For just as your creator made you each He also made them too.
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