Little Miracles ~ Part 2

 baby birdie 

I stood on the wobbly chair
Again rudely intruding into the home
Of sticks and grass and wool.

Intruding, because
Those four tiny, speckled miracle-packages
Had miraculously transformed into
Fluffy, somewhat ugly, chicks.

I wondered how they kept warm
They had, after all, only a downy parka.

 The chicks were —
So helpless. So small. (And so very hungry, too.)
But I knew God was watching over them
For He seeth “every little sparrow that falls.” 

 Yes, indeed.
Those fluffy, somewhat ugly chicks
Were in good hands.



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