I may not be the most important bird.
Not a mountain-top dwelling Moses-eagle,
Or a bold, aggressive Joshua-falcon taking cities.
My wings don't dance to music of my own making like the David-hummingbird.
I don't have the Solomon-peacock's wealth or splendid plumage.
No one ever called me a resourceful Ruth-robin.
Nor a Paul-pelican fisher of men.
I can't claim to be the pure, beautiful Mary-swan,
Nor the passionate, devoted Magdeline-nightingale.
I've not attained the perfection of the Jesus-dove,
But God has counted my every feather-hair and knows me by name.
I may not have the glory of other birds,
But He loves me enough to be the wind beneath my wings!
He is a shield to all.
In God's kingdom even a lowly sparrow can fly,
Even a sparrow has worth,
Even a sparrow is precious in his sight!