Abba’s Eyes

His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Civilla Martin (1905), as inspired by a statement by Mrs. Doolittle (1904)

The NSA need not surveil me.
The FBI doesn’t need to monitor my communications.
Abba’s eyes are on the sparrow,
And I know He’s always watching me.

He sees my heart amidst the throng
As His Spirit counsels and consoles me.
He sends His angels to guard and guide my steps,
And I’m His beloved even when I’m wrong.

I am the apple of Abba’s eye,
And He hides me until my time is now.
His mercies arrive new every morning.
He sets my feet on solid ground up high.

I dance as Abba’s little girl
While He sings a song of everlasting love over me.
He covers me with strength and dignity
While His joy in my heart unfurls.