These last few days, I have seen that bullfinch in the garden again. In a week full of unexpected hassles, it has served as a good reminder to me of John Newton’s old hymn.
The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed;
from them let us learn to trust God for our bread.
This one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The scripture assures us, the Lord will provide.
No strength of our own, or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name,
In this our strong tower for safety we hide;
The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide.