Expedite these feet searching for home, for among caves
And ditches I seek respite from torrential downpour
There's no safe haven from howling winds and rising floods
Expedite this expedition when wandering feet find no tracks
What's a sparrow to a natural disaster?
These talons dig their roots while a vortex
Waltzes this way; the elms are chaff chaffed
By the howling wind's cackles, hasting
The hour of a sparrow's fears
Winnowing wings against whirlwinds
While tweeting desperate prayers
Will you be a messiah to a worthless sparrow?
My feathers are numbered hairs on my head
But behind boulders can creatures find solace
From a tornado ravaging wheat fields?
There's no safe haven from howling winds
And rising floods: expedite this expedition
When wandering feet find no tracks
My chirps are a swansong
Hushed by clamorous tempests
Yet the Lord hears
Every tone from the beak
Even if to a tornado
This sparrow's purchased
For less than a cent
What's a natural disaster to the Lord of Hosts?
His palms are gentle hands holding the alone, for not one sparrow
Will fall to the ground without its Father. Even amid
The colossal fear of weather, mercy and grace clasp for the soul's protection.
Expedite these feet searching for home
For among caves and ditches I seek
Respite from torrential downpour
Beating his wings against the whirlwinds while winnowing
He's the messiah, for all sparrows have worth