Creation is a Jubilee
A sparrow sings her song so free,
Perched in the branches of a tree
And, silhouetted ‘gainst the sky,
The leaves and branches charm my eye—
I am a forest devotee.
From great blue whale to honeybee,
Creation is a jubilee,
From elephant to butterfly.
A sparrow sings…
I bow my head and bend my knee;
The One Who made it all made me.
The simple things that mystify
Are selfsame things that satisfy.
I lay my hands upon a tree...
A sparrow sings.