Consider the lilies of the fields,
They neither toil nor do they spin,
Yet, Solomon in all his glory was not
Arrayed like one of them.
Consider the sparrow in its flight.
It neither toils nor has a care,
Yet, your Heavenly Father see to it
That the sparrow has its share.
Are you not more important
Than bird or passing flower?
And, how much worry do you think
Can extent life one more hour?
Oh, listen now My Children,
And, hear now what I say,
Your only happiness and freedom
Comes with giving me each day.
Each day will have its troubles.
Each day will have its care.
Each day will have its glory,
As you learn to come and share.
Lift up your voice and cry to Me.
Let Me hear your heart’s desire.
The Love we’ll share is beyond all words
And will set your heart on fire.
This Fire will burn away the fear,
And, set your spirit free.
Your heart will joy to hear the call to
“Come and Follow Me.”