Anxious for nothing
My son, God is aware,
Of every good and bad that twinkle,
Whether is love or hate,
There are not in the absence of God.
God is aware of every single thing,
My son son, surely they shall gather,
But their gathering is our victory,
The gossip seeking to vain.
God is aware, my dear,
That happens in this world we call our own,
He sees the joy and pain that life can bring,
And knows the seeds of love we've gently sown.
He knows each tear that falls from weary eyes,
And hears each whispered prayer we send above,
He sees the broken hearts and lonesome sighs,
And offers comfort with His endless love.
His watchful eye sees every sparrow fall,
And counts the hairs upon each human head,
He knows the struggles, big and small,
And guides us through the darkest paths we tread.
God is aware, of everything that occured,
His love and grace are never out of reach,
For God is aware of all, and He will teach.
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