"The Carolina Wren"

We don’t live in Carolina,

But I have cousins there,

My Daddy from old Honea Path,

Just a little spot, but fair.

But of a morning here in Texas,

Bright and early singin’ then,

I often hear the song of,

The Carolina wren.

A small bird, not real pretty,

But let me tell you what a voice,

And many different verses,

That wren can make some noise.

At first I thought a mockingbird,

Reminded me of them,

I counted many different sounds,

And thought they were my friends.

But my wrens are happy and on cue,

I’ve come to now believe,

The music that I hear ‘em make,

Is a blessing to receive.

‘Cause between the chirps and whistles,

There are hallelujahs mixed,

And something mighty soothing,

For the things that I need fixed.

All cherry brown with white eyebrow,

And a little, pointy tail,

But when he fills the air with praise,

He helps me without fail.

“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather in barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?” (Matthew 6:26-27, NKJV)

This is part of Jesus’ classic counsel concerning worry. He uses the “birds of the air” to illustrate the heavenly Father’s care. Despite the fact that they do not work as we do, they are fed by God. Since God cares enough to do this for birds, how much more will He provide for us since we are the most valuable to God? Have you thought of your value lately? The worth of anything is determined by its purchase price, and ours is the blood of Jesus. The cross shows us both our need and our value. The bottom line is that we can trust our Father, and when we do, we escape worry. Because of His grace, we can truly be care-free.

Lord, teach us to trust You and never worry, in Jesus’ name.

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