Why do you twitter so
What is it that you say
As you chatter to each other,
all throughout the day.
Do you sing for Jesus,
Did He give your song
To delight in your enjoyment,
that to Him belongs.
None of you can topple,
Without His seeing eye,
He watches every one that falls,
so gently from the sky.
Just today, is all you know,
To fret is not your style,
But though you soar upon the heights,
your life is so fragile.
You take no worries for the morrow,
You do not sow or reap,
You build no barns to store your seed,
for there is none to keep.
Your plumes just bloom without a fuss,
You only need to preen,
With no thought to fret for more,
for God knows all you need.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2003 used with permission
Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life,
what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body,
what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap,
nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?
Matthew 6:25-26 (KJV)
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