Small Bird

I saw a small bird in our smoke bush Catching some insects to munch No trace of anxiety, worry, or care, Just looking around for its lunch. Knows nothing of God or Creation Knows nothing of promise divine It feeds with content every moment And gets all it needs in good time. So why am I anxious and worried? Why do I easily fret? When I know all about God’s resources, His provisions I claim to expect? Praise God for his patience with people Praise God for his patience with me My faith and my trust often shaky, And hindered by uncertainty. Oh, thank you, yes, thank you, small birdie Example you set in the bush With never a second of worry, With never a moment of fuss. “Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” Matthew 6:26