Birds and Daisies

Oh, what pain a mind can bring
Force upon unwilling soul
Keep a body from finding rest
All for a sense of control

Pressure not real so tangible
Can make you lose your mind
Lose sight of things that mean the most
Like listening and being kind

Be present under loads of stress
For you are in God's hand.
You surely won't die, or maybe you will;
It's all in His good plan.

If birds and daisies worry not
Then why the heck should you?
If God promises to take care
Then trust that it is true.