Taryn DJul 7, 20211 min readSparrowsGod wastes nothingIf I'll just sit with him When I slow my paceto search out his face He turns moaning into singingMy despair into prayerUntangles arrows from my hairAnd makes sparrows of my cares
God wastes nothingIf I'll just sit with him When I slow my paceto search out his face He turns moaning into singingMy despair into prayerUntangles arrows from my hairAnd makes sparrows of my cares