Worry

Oh daisies in the meadow
You’re blessings for my eyes
Don’t you worry about the rain,
Or when the sun will rise?

Oh bouncing cottontail
Through the woods you hike
Don’t you worry about the snake,
Or the cunning fox’s strike?

Both of them were made by God
And neither of them fret
About the clumsy gardener
Or the poacher’s net

So whether you are standing still
Or travelling through the lands
Don’t worry, fret, or fuss because
He’s got the whole world in His hands