A Sparrow Fell
A sparrow fell and no one heard.
Nobody cared. It was just a bird.
From all the numberless flitting throng
of sparrows, who would miss one song?
But God leaned down and whispered, “I care.
It was one of my sparrows, and I was there.”
A little girl, all sunshine and laughter,
(and sometimes scolding’s, with kisses after!)
And hurts to smooth over, and deeds to applaud
A little girl fell!! Where were you God?
A little girl fell!! God, why weren’t you there?
Is it only for sparrows and such that You care?
If you’re God at all–then you could have prevented
this nightmare of pain! So You must have consented.
I’ve always believed You were Loving and good.
I’d like to believe still — if only I could.
But God, if You Love me, how can You allow
such unbearable pain as I’m feeling right now?
Such helplessness – hopelessness – bitter regret –
so many tears that have fallen, and yet
so many more that are still locked inside.
Oh, God – out there somewhere – have you ever cried?
I’m not even sure, anymore, that You’re real.
But if You are, God – Do you care how I feel?
Beloved, I care! In the midst of your grief,
in the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief,
in the midst of the blackness of total despair,
in the midst of your questioning, Child – I am there.
In the midst! Not far off in some vague fifth dimension,
but there, where you are, giving you My attention…
My constant attention – and not just today.
Since before you were born, I have Loved you this way.
You’re important to Me. Every hair on your head
I have numbered Myself! Can these tears that you shed
Go uncounted? Unnoticed? Nay, Child; here I stand
Close enough that each teardrop fall into My hand.
Nor am I a stranger to anguish – to loss.
My own Son was taken one day – by a cross.
I know what you suffer. I know what you’ll gain.
If you’ll let Me walk with you into your pain.
I’ll carry your grief, and your sorrow I’ll bear.
You’ve only to reach out your hand – I am there!
Fear nothing for Janet. Your dear little girl
is safe in My house – and all Heaven’s awhirl
with the ring of her laughter, her quick eager smile,
and the things she’s saving to show you – “after awhile”.
Yes, I could have prevented – but Child, you can’t see
with My perfect wisdom. Trust Janet to me.
Of course you will miss her, but while you are weeping,
remember, it’s only her body that’s sleeping.
Her ‘self’ is awake. Wide awake. As I said,
I am God of the living, not God of the dead.
She trusted Me, and My sure Word comes to pass:
“Who believes shall not die.” that included your lass.
Let Me walk with you now, through the long, heavy days;
let Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise.
Take hold of My hand, Child: take hold of My Love.
I will lead you to Joys that you yet know not of.
Your faith may be weak, and your trust incomplete,
but I’ll not walk too fast for your stumbling feet.
G.Bradford wrote this Poem when a young girl he knew was murdered on her way to school.
How wonderful that we can be assured that even if our small Children cannot understand the Truth of Salvation and have no understanding of good and evil and sadly they die in infancy or before, they are still in the arms of the Lord, because they are covered by the blood of Jesus Christ who is the New Covenant, although a mystery and not fulfilled in the Old Testament they still had the promise but we have the Reality…
God knows us as His own Redeemed Children before we are conceived, as He knew them and they and us are together with Him in Spirit before the Throne.
For God to stop all evil in the world it would have to end as we know it and that time is soon but not one of God’s Redeemed Children will perish He is Patient waiting for all of us to come to heart repentance.
Can God be any other way but Just and merciful, He is Love and can do no evil or does He willingly agree to it, He tolerates it.
Music -His eye is on the Sparrow –