“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
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