No need to worry
Jury’s out my friend
It’s all been said and done
No need to fuss and shout then
Behold the birds of the air
Just how well he takes care of them
Even the flowers in their field
Outshine Solomon

How much more than these
How much more are we in his eyes
How much more than these
So much more will he provide

What will we eat
Or drink on the morrow
Just enough left in our pockets
To feast on sorrow
But he who asks and seeks
Will find the door is opened
Surely he gives good gifts
To those who love him

No need to worry, my friend
For who by worrying can add
One more minute to this life
No need to worry, my friend
For he knows our needs
Even before we know of them

He will add all these things unto us
If we but seek first his kingdom
And his righteousness

Matthew 6:25-34, 7:7-12

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