In swirls of misty darkness
the little Sparrow flies
looking for warm sunshine
and yesterdays blue skies.

She gets so tired of flying
in circles round and round.
She folds her wings and then
she lies upon the cold,damp ground.

Much sadness is her blanket
a pillow of grief beneath her head.
In rivers of tears and heartache
is where she finds her bed.

With her ruffled little feathers
so lonely, cold and wet
The Sparrow lay a dreaming
of one she's never met.

She lets her mind go flying
through time and space and then
What is it that she's feeling
like unto a warm south wind?

He gently blows upon her
and dries her feathers out.
The little Sparrow's wondering
what this is all about.

He takes her in the palms of His hands
and lifts her to the sky.
He tells the little Sparrow
"I know that you can fly."

Up so high she goes into blue skies
and other pleasant things.
The Sparrow knows what holds her up
...warm wind beneath her wings.