Though the feeders stand empty.
The birds still rejoice.
They do not fly around in frantic fear.
Like I do.
They trust You to feed them.

Though I have no provisions stored.
No wealth saved for tomorrow.
And my coin pouch is empty.
I choose to rejoice and trust You
to provide for my needs.

I lift up my voice and sing to You.
Though there is no cattle in my stall.
And no fruit on my vines.
I cling to Your promise.
Your promise is this:
You will give me all that I need.
As I seek first Your kingdom
and Your righteousness.

Myself and my seed
shall not be begging bread,
even if my coin pouch is empty.
And I have no provisions stored.
I will trust in You, my God.
For You have promised.
To provide.