Poem September 25, 1954 Issue

HE CARES

Duane Valentry

It was only a broken feathered thing,
The frail bird under the tree—
But the Word was spoken
And wings took flight,
Soaring upward, strong and free.

It was only an hour or two, they said,
Till the sick child would be gone—
But the Word was spoken,
Dispelling fear, and the child
Rose laughing, with the dawn.

For none is least, and none unloved;
He gathers in every one—
The Father of all, whose tender Word
Was spoken,
And it was done.

Duane Valentry

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