The flowers of the field are adorned in great beauty and the Sparrows want not for a seed to eat. I am of great value and yet I doubt what I cannot see. In truth all things are not my own, I only borrow them for a little while. Each sunrise and sunset is a masterpiece, we just fail to see it. All things are made ever present and all that I will require is waiting for me. From the time that I take my rest until the sun rises again, God knows my needs.