Matthew 6: 28-30

Little faces, wet with rain,

Yet smiling through the mist,

Waiting for the sun to come

And dry them with its kiss.

Simple blooms, without a thought

And yet they understand,

That everything they’ll ever need

Comes from God’s loving hand.

Patiently they wait on him;

He turns to them his face

And clothes them in the colors

Of his limitless grace.

Matthew 6: 28-30

 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?