The Sparrow

I am but a helpless sparrow
Sitting upon the tall rooftop,
Tiny and insignificant
As I swoop down to make a stop.

But, when the avenger comes
to try and pounce upon me
I am more than a weak sparrow
to the one whose eyes doth see.

I have the strength of an eagle
as I soar out over the trees
For Jehovah gives me the strength
as I achieve the victory!

I see pleasure, I see danger
as Satan follows me around.
Like a striking cat he plunges
As I make a sharp, screaming sound.

It scared away the avenger
as he came to pounce upon me
While my wings turned up toward heaven
I have received the victory.

Not a loud sound or piercing noise
can set my mighty wings to flight
For in my nest I am sheltered
all through the murky, dim lit night.

When my sleeping eyes shall waken
I shall fin'ly begin to see
How that the crafty avenger
tried to slyly pounce upon me.

But, ne'er again shall he taunt me
From the pitch-dark valley below
as his hand reaches out to catch
This weak, trusting little sparrow.

"His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me."

This poem was a finalist in the September 2008 poetry contest