i sang you a song

You were awake. i could tell by your little jutting elbows and knees.


Why should i feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely, & long for heaven & home...


Each note, drawn out... my voice was fuller in the small space as i sang my song for you, baby...


When Jesus is my portion, a constant friend is He...
His eye is on the sparrow & i know He watches me.


Can you hear me, baby? He loves us, o how He loves us...


i sing because i'm happy, i sing because i'm free!
His eye is on the sparrow & i know he watches me....
His eye is on the sparrow & i know... he watches over...
you & me.


My voice breaks on the last note. Are you listening, little one? He's watching us. He cares for us - & tends to our needs. Is the sound in your snug home too muffled to catch the joy in my voice? He sees me in my vulnerable state - carrying you, naked and needy within... He notices the pause in my step as you shift positions & i have moments of discomfort or pain... What a Good Shepherd - who gives us such good gifts & sustains us in our weakness.


i love you, Father & hope to point each of the little ones in my care to Your tender embrace.


Isaiah 40:11 He tends His flock like a shepherd; He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young...