In a small, neglected garden,
	Where flowers used to grow,
	A  weather beaten birdhouse
	Shelters sparrows from the snow.
	They greet the sun at dawning
	With sprightliness and song,
	Cheerful, uncomplaining
	As the day is long.
	In time of tribulation,
	Whatever our lot might be,
	Let God lift up the burden,
	From heartache set you free;
	And like the little sparrow
	Find solace and release,
	With song and prayer at dawning,
	Enfolded in God's peace. 

