Wednesday, November 2, 2011

His Eye is on the Sparrow



She was the picture of humility, a sweet, gentle woman.

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come?

She was the first person I knew that was so close to God that she would burst into spontaneous prayer and praise no matter where she was or who she was with.

She lived in the best neighborhood in town. Some envied her. They said they might be different if their lives had been easy like hers.

Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,

She lived with an alcoholic, abusive husband for thirty years. A proud man, he never inflicted any scars that would show. His cuts ran deeper.

When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:


So proud, that even as he was dying from the effects of his beloved alcohol, he refused to believe that he couldn't save himself. So arrogant that he thought the financial gains he had made here would somehow erase his rejection of Jesus Christ and all that was holy.

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

She prayed for him constantly. She found no satisfaction in his lingering suffering, in spite of the times he had mocked her salvation.

After his death, she adjusted, and turned her prayers toward their children who had looked up to him and had been influenced by him.



I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

That is where she was when I had the privilege to meet her and become her friend. I am thankful and honored that God allowed our paths to cross while we are living here.

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.


His eye is on the sparrow lyrics by Ci­vil­la D. Mar­tin, 1905.