There was a man who took notice of sparrows.
Those that fell to the ground with broken wings.
He noticed them, gathered them,
bound their wings, and protected
them from predators
that would have likely made quick work of
these wounded creatures.
With gentle hands, he wiped the bloodied birds,
wrapped the broken bones,
and fed them until they mended.
Then he gave the confidence to fly again.
And fly we did.
Fly we do.
will take his place?
There are two answers.
it is not arrogance
that replies with the second answer.
It is what we are called to do.
To notice the pain of others,
to give sacrificially,
to live for something
To cast every crown, every praise, every accolade
at the feet of Jesus.
Jesus in skin.
Long live the memory of the man
Who was never
and to teach us