How many times do I look at the sky?
And wonder what there is to this life?
How often do I hold the reigns?

Anxiety consumes me like a sponge,
Soaking up all my fears and doubts;
Beneath this smile there’s a scared little child inside.

Look at the birds in the air,
The lilies of the field;
By their Creator they are cared for,
How much more will He care for you?

Life is a storybook with empty pages
The pen bestowed upon my Author;
A chapter a day is all I need to read.

Surrender comes with full dependence
A daily choice to recognize
This gift of life is in the palm of His Hands

He understands the things I do
Before I even move;
He knows what I am thinking of
Before it comes to mind;
Why should I worry about a thing?
I cast my cares I aside
To You, You my King. my King.