Small

So small, so delicate, they hop from branch to twig, taking flight when ever they wish. Singing-

They chirp a happy sound, joy, joy to their Creator, they praise. To Him they live or die, in Him they trust. Trust-

Why worry when He is God? Why fret when He holds these little ones in His hands? Are we not greater than they?

So small, so delicate, they may live their lives in a tree, on a plant, on a flower, underwater, on the fly. A pest? He provides for them. He created their tiny beings for a purpose, for a reason. They go about their day with meaning, with purpose, short though they live, with purpose-

Doesn't He love us more than they? Love-

So small, so tall, vibrant green, they cover the earth. Beautiful intricacy, they grow, they thrive. Each one reaches for the sky, leans toward the sun. They gaze heavenward, seeking His light. Shouldn't we do the same?

Creation proclaims His glory, His majesty, His Love-
Listen, learn-