God loves the little sparrows,
all the flowers in the fields
He loves a repentant heart
that to Him finally yields.
He loves the morning hour,
when the sun is on its rise
He loves a searching heart
that is seeking to be wise.
God loves the daily warmth,
the cool breeze in the air
He loves when a burdened heart
gives to Him all its care.
God loves the evening time,
when the sun slowly sets
He loves when a hungry heart
appetites in Him are whet.
God loves the moon shinning,
all the twinkling in the sky
He loves a prayerful heart
when to Him it starts to cry.
God loves His little sparrows,
His faithful lilies of the field
He loves it be it day or night . . .
when our hearts to Him we yield!
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Romans 6:13
King James Version
“But yield yourselves unto God, as those that
are alive from the dead, and your members
as instruments of righteousness unto God.”
Copyright 2012
Deborah Ann Belka
