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like no one seems to care, like all the world is busy, going no where. It makes me feel so empty, as if nothing left is true, and I wonder why we even try to do the things we do. Chorus But even the hairs of my head are numbered, by Him who made the earth, the sky and sea. No, I don't understand, no I can't imagine, but some how He loves even me. Some days I want to give up, and find my own way. But then I think how He would feel, if I should ever stray. It makes me want to serve Him, it fills my heart with love, just knowing that this longing, is His gift from above. Chorus Sparrows fly, and light upon the ground. He cares for these little ones. But aren't we worth many of these. He's called us daughters and sons. Chorus © 1998 Rondi Olson ASCAP BACK |
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