One evening when Martin Luther saw a little bird 

perched on a tree, to roost there for the night, 

he said, “This little bird has had its supper, and

now it is getting ready to go to sleep here, quite

secure and content, never troubling itself what its 

food will be, or where its lodging on the morrow.

Like David, it ‘abides under the shadow of the 

Almighty.’ It sits on its little twig content, and

lets God Take care.”