"BEHOLD the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; 

yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?" 

Matthew  6:26. 

THE child leans on its parent's breast, 

Leaves there its cares, and is at rest: 

The bird sits singing by its nest, 

And tells aloud 

His trust in God, and so is blest 

'Neath every cloud. 

He hath no store, he sows no seed, 

Yet sings aloud, and doth not need; 

By flowing streams or grassy mead; 

He sings to shame 

Men, who forget, in fear of need, 

A Father's name. 

The heart that trusts, forever sings, 

And feels as light as it had wings; 

A well of peace within it springs; 

Come good or ill, 

Whate'er today—tomorrow brings, 

It is His will! 

—Isaac Williams.