In the trees the birds sing and I think,
Of all that I've seen; the wonders of your being.
In the grass the butterfly flutter,
Then visits with another.
It is so carefree like the bee,
Within my view that makes me think of you.
You spoke, that's all it took!
Your creatures, so carefree because of Thee.
Me? That's how I will be!
- Leona M. Mars -
Matthew 6:26
Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
