Song on the Mount
Every hair on your head is counted
Every bird on the wing
Is fed by the hand of the One who loves us
And gives us voice to sing
Grass in the field
Lilies will yield
Birds needn’t store any seed
Trust in the One whose Word moves mountains
And answers every need
Love enemies
Answer their pleas
Justice will only be done
When judgment is left to the One who made us
And wants us to be One
Fortunes on earth
What are they worth?
When thieves can break in and steal?
Put your stock in the One with treasure
That every heart can feel
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