Tiny, common and not at all attractive
So small and insignificant with nothing much to show
These thoughts came suddenly this morning as I reflected
What is in a name? Plenty!
Our Lord called Simon Peter the Rock
Me? I recalled that I had simply chosen Sparrow
A nickname that stuck for a while in my childhood
On second thoughts I wonder if I could have made a better choice
Had I been smarter, perhaps I could have taken
Bigger and stronger, more magnificent and outstanding creatures
Even if it was a bird, one of the feathered kinds
Could I not have chosen a bird of great beauty and majesty?
Any other bird like the eagle with its power so great
A nightingale with its sweet melodious voice
Anything but the common sparrow, surely
But no, I learnt today that I did not do anything unacceptable
It was perhaps the best a child could do
I wanted to be a sparrow
Sparrow this nickname shall remain
You must know that you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows
You must never forget that God loves you just as you are
And best of all, you realise that, you are just like that little bird
The sparrow, so common and such a nobody
But the Lord loves me just as I am
He loves the lowly, the poor, the little one
And I do fit in. I do count.
Praise God! Thank God!