Anxiety, Idolatry

Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 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? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith. -Matthew 6:25-30

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Anxiety, Idolatry

O Worry,

You smite me down.

“Fill up on anxiety.”

“Submit to me,” you say;

“Earn yourself a crown.”

Safety, money, health; For my kids, my spouse, Myself.

Then I will be happy;

Then I will praise and pray.

O god built from the ground,

Carved in wood of fret,

in stone of fear.

But Jesus said,

“O you of little faith!”

When did worry win for you,

A single minute in your day.

Ponder the birds, the flowers;

Rising, reaching, working, waiting.

Held by Divine hand,

Never filled with fret,

Better off than kings.

Carefree in My Father’s plan.

Yes, He cares for birds and flowers,

Yet O so much more for you.

O you of little faith!

Hope, rest in Him.