Worry Or Peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He settled on the old dock post,

The sunlight on his wings,

And rested in the growing peace

That evening often brings.

 

I watched him where he sat awhile

As the sun settled low,

And wondered what he understood

That I don’t seem to know.

 

He seemed at peace with this old world,

Though life was not easy.

It didn’t seem to weigh on him

As it has weighed on me.

 

It was as if, by mere instinct,

He understood clearly,

God’s plan for us and for our lives,

And how they ought to be.

 

There’s not enough room in my life

For peace and worry’s gloom.

I need to give worry to God,

That His peace has more room

 

Matthew 6: 26-27

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?