Look at the birds of the air,
They neither sow nor reap,
Yet Our Heavenly Father,
A record of each doth keep.
When He cares for the birds of the air,
Which have such a little worth?
Why art though so disquieted,
My heart, in thy, Savior trust.
When He cares for the flowers of the garden,
That has life of just a day,
Why art though so disheartened,
Just trust in the Savior today.
He who brought the wall of Jericho down,
He who parted the Great Red sea,
Won't He protect the my dear one,
Just wait on the Lord and see.