First, He touched on love,
Then He touched on death,
He sounded like the truth
But is He the truth today?
To turn the other cheek
When slapped on one
Sounds like the bitter truth
But is it the truth today?
To live like birds of the air,
Who don’t plant, nor reap, and don’t store,
And yet never go hungry,
But is it the case today?
To learn from the flowers of the field,
Who don’t labour and don’t spin,
Yet have unmatched splendour,
But is it the case today?
Finally He touched on worry;
What shall I eat and drink?
What shall I wear and say?
What shall I seek and chase?
But to seek His kingdom and righteousness,
Leaving the worry to itself,
Each trouble to its day,
For He shall give me all.
