The fish go wandering in raiment
fair
Without a worry, without a care
Beneath the waves they flit and
flash
Their beauty nestled in a splash
The sparrow braves the sky and
dares
To ride the currents of the air
She gathers feathers for her nest
And does not care how she is
dressed
The lily grows from seeds cast
down
From pockets onto stony ground
It does not work or weave its
colors
And yet it stands above all others
All these creatures, arrayed in
splendor
Think not of want or need or
tender
God alone each day renews
And how much more He cares for you
-Zoe Richardson