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.
While driving along today, I spot movement in a bare tree. It is frigid, below 25 degrees, so what could all the commotion be? I'll just take out my zoom lens camera and see what's up. Lovely song sparrows, all puffed up from the cold! It was too cold for them to sing, but some kind person had provided them with enough food to keep them hopping. When spring comes, listen for the many sweet tunes of this cheery little bird, who will sit outside your door and sing his heart out.
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. and even the very hairs of your head are numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Matthew 10:29-31