Little bird, talk to me
Upon my tear dropped shoulder
And tell me of the view from way up high
Sing your sweet melodies
Over my worry
And remind me that the sun does shine over me
My Father sees me, My Father loves me
Look at the flowers
And how they want for nothing
Aren’t they beautiful? Just beautiful and still
That’s how I want to feel
Facing the sky, soaking up the light
Soaking up the light
My Father sees me, My Father loves me
My Father sees me, My Father loves me
So do not worry
Do not fret
Do not wake up and forget
That He who made you, gave you life and breath
When it’s easy to worry
And draw back in fear
Look at this little bird and how He cares
How He cares
My Father sees me, My Father loves me
My Father sees my every need
My father takes care of me
Little bird, talk to me
Upon my tear-dropped shoulder
Remind me of my Father’s love
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