Fear and worry bite my heels,
Striving to bring me unease,
Jabbing at the precious faith
That Christ has written in my soul.
What place have these in my life?
He cares for the birds and the flowers.
O how much more he cares for me!
He numbered the hairs on my head.
He knows every thought on my mind,
A place where worry should not be
Though often does exist.
He knows my needs before I ask;
I have yet to be lacking in bread.
I’m rich in his graces, abundantly flowing.
Quenching thoughts of “what if?”
Instead I ponder this:
He died for me that I might live,
A perfect love that overwhelms.
My soul is stilled, I know that he is God.
