Verse 1
Consider the lilies, my brothers, my sisters,
Consider the small of the meadow and hill;
The Father who paints them in gold every morning
Has counted our hours, is counting them still.
Verse 2
Consider the ravens, they sow not nor gather,
They lift up their voices, they open their wing;
The Father who feeds them from cloud and from valley
Will feed the small household that leans on the King.
Bridge
Consider, consider,
The lilies of the field;
The Father who clothed them
Is clothing the household he sealed.
Verse 3
So let this household lay down its worry tonight,
And rise in the morning with faces made new;
The One who gave heaven the colours we live in
Has counted the hours he intends for us too.
Bridge (Repeat)
Consider, consider,
The lilies of the field;
The Father who clothed them
Is clothing the household he sealed.
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