He Speaks

He speaks up for the children
Who never see the light;
He defends forgotten widows
And always judges right;
In His bottle He gathers tears
Cried brokenly at night.

The wind through the trees reminds us:
To obey His boundless Word,
As does the plaintive calling
Of a solitary bird,
If ever by His tender love
The heart of man be stirred.

He is called the King of Kings,
His dwelling place is Zion;
The sun and moon His handiwork,
The Pleiades and Orion;
Let every sparrow praise His name
And every dandelion.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2023 poetry contest