The Battle is the LORD'S

THE BATTLE IS THE LORD'S

One wonders at the little birds
Esteemed so shabby-- deemed so frail;
Fluttering unnoticed under the feet of men--
Yet their provision never fails.

Behold now also how they soar above the dust--
Wings painted with light by the Father's hand;
Occupying-- yet far above-- the dismal cities
Throats ever filled with songs of the glorious land--

O behold their testimony of meekness!
Hear their song before the Holy One that breaks and heals!
Unacknowledged-- simple-- small-- despised--
(From the wicked and proud, concealed.)

Therefore, O thou little one, so lowly
Lift thy voice in sweet delight,
For God, thy Father, loveth thee
And will every battle fight--

For in love the Father watches over we
Who tremble at the word in Jesus Christ, our King--
Behold: the sun, the stars, will be brought low
But the meek will forever sing.







(sister Abby Elizabeth)