Album: Silverwind
The fish in the sea, the birds in the air,
Are so full of life, they don't have a care.
They never grow food, or plow up their land,
Because they are fed, by their Father's hand.
Chorus:
I am a child of the Father,
He takes care of me too.
I am a child of the Father,
I don't worry 'bout what to do.
The grass in the field, the flowers that bloom,
Don't make their own clothes by spinning a loom.
And yet they are dressed as fine as a king,
They tell us their Father has made everything.
Chorus:
I am a child of the Father,
He takes care of me too.
I am a child of the Father,
I don't worry 'bout what to do.
Ooh, ooh.
I am a child of the Father,
He takes care of me too.
I am a child of the Father,
I don't worry 'bout what to do.
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Victory over worry -- - May 2021