The birds of the air, they do not plow,
They do not question why or how;
They do not reap, they do not sow,
Yet, it seems, somehow they know:
The Lord will see that they are fed.
He will provide their daily bread.
And, have you seen such grand array
As the lilies of the field today?
They do not toil, they do not spin,
Nor stitch the garments they are in.
Yet the Lord has dressed them up like kings!
Such awe, such wonder their beauty brings!
Why does the Father take such care
For flowers of the field or birds of the air?
What of Your people, Lord, we pray
Do we not mean as much as they?
Have we but the faith of a mustard seed,
Will Our Lord not see to our every need?
Will He not also surely provide
For those who in His love do bide?
The birds, the flowers this lesson teach:
The Good Lord will provide for each.