Early morning sunshine, dew is on the ground.
The singing of a sparrow makes a joyful sound.
It's the song of strength and endurance, giving me assurance,
That Jesus is near, when hope cannot be found.
Sometimes I am strong, and others I am weak.
It's a struggle to become what I really need to be.
I worry about tomorrow until I hear the sparrow,
And I'm reminded of the promise He'll take care of me.
The sparrow never worries where to get supplies.
He just flies until he finds it, under God's watchful eye.
And if the Lord can know so closely, the simple pathways of a bird,
Will He not provide His children, protection from this world?
So I'll sing because I'm happy.
And I'll sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.
