Sep 2014
the sparrows
followed me
down the hill
wrote scripture
in their trails
and the wind
blew against
my skin.
followed me
down the hill
wrote scripture
in their trails
and the wind
blew against
my skin.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
' Look at the birds of the air:
they neither sow nor reap
nor gather into barns, and
yet your heavenly Father
feeds them. Are you not
of more value than they?"
' Look at the birds of the air:
they neither sow nor reap
nor gather into barns, and
yet your heavenly Father
feeds them. Are you not
of more value than they?"
