ELEANOR JOYCE (YEARDYE) ISFELD

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ELEANOR JOYCE (YEARDYE) ISFELD July 3rd, 2010 The Sparrow I am only a little sparrow, A bird of low degree. My life is of little value, But there is One who cares for me. He gave me a coat of feathers ! It is very plain, I know, With never a speck of crimson, For it was not made for show. But it keeps me warm in winter And shields me from the rain; Were it bordered with gold or purple Perhaps it would make me vain. I have no barn or storehouse, I neither sow nor reap; God gives me my daily portion, With never a seed to keep. I fly through the thickest forest, I light on many a spray; I have no chart or compass, But I never lose my way. I know there are many sparrows, All over the world we are found ! But our heavenly Father knows When one of us falls to the ground. ! Deeply missed and loved by Oliver, Donna, Bret, Mya and Isla

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jul 02, 2011