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
Deborah Ann
