The Sparrow

During a week of snowfall, I ventured out to empty the trash into its receptacle, and immediately upon opening the porch door, heard the sweet singing of a sparrow. He sang even though food is scarce, the wind is fiercely cold, and there is more stormy trouble on the horizon. He sang because that is what he was created to do. So let it be with me Lord Jesus…whatever my circumstance put a song of praise within me.

I love so many of the words of Charles Haddon Spurgeon. Here’s a little bit of his wisdom: “We are on the way to Glory, so let us sing as we journey there and, as the lark, ascending up to Heaven’s gate sings as she soars, her wings keeping time with her music and mounting in her song as she rises through the air, so let it be with us— every day a Psalm, every night a day’s march nearer Home, a little nearer to Heaven’s music and a little better imitation of it! Let us sing, now, in our hearts if not with our lips, and when the time comes, let us join our lips with our hearts and sing to the Lord! That is our text, “Sing to the Lord, O you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness.”