for Lauren
Consider the lilies of the field
They grow without care of what they
should do
Or whatever they should wear
But still they bloom
King’s cannot compare
Daughter of Zion remember Him
Who formed lilies of the field and
sparrows of the air
Who every worry, your every care
Would on His shoulders bear
So you may bloom
And His joy share
Do
not feel alone
For
you are His Bride
Until
you are grown
He
will not leave your side
Then
you’ll be His own
With
Him forever to abide
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