Above the Sky

Poorest child, ragged and frail,
I am but a sparrow,
and where I am to rest my head
You’ll give to me tomorrow.

Though cold and weary to the bone,
I will never sorrow;
Loving Arms wrap ‘round my heart
and warm me till the morrow.

And even if I die
without a penny in my hand,
I’ll fly beside You, Jesus, Lord,
to my home above the sky.

Quiet keeps me company,
a lonely little bird,
but when Your still voice calls to me,
sweeter sound has ne’er been heard.

Weakest creature, heir of nothing,
worthless I, to most, appear;
this matters little to The One
who died to draw me near.

And even if I die
without a soul to call my friend,
I’ll ever praise You, Jesus, Lord,
from my home above the sky.

Empty though my pockets be,
nothing more could bless
than bowing low before Your throne -
riches flow from Holiness.

With many tears, both joy and grief,
this path, called Life, is paved;
I could not walk its miles alone -
Hallelujah, I am saved!

And when my time to die
greets me just around the bend,
I’ll run to meet you, Jesus, Lord,
in my home above the sky.

~ written by Sarah M. Fox on 11/21/04 ~