Consider the Lilies

Watching your home burn to the ground from the wrong side of the county line They can question the tree and the truth of its sound, but there's no doubt of the fire in Your eyes You built that house with your own hands, its roots dug deeper than the basement Flames and smoke dance in dissonance juxtaposed to the field where you lament The new ranch sat flat on a country hill, full of rooms and rails and made safe from fire But now that your bed is half empty nights are long and dark as funeral attire They folded the flag, fired the guns, while your kids sang Amazing Grace It was all so much to happen at once, settling into this cold dead place But don't you worry about tomorrow Tomorrow will worry about itself Don't you worry about tomorrow Each day has enough trouble of its own Consider the lilies all dressed anew Don't let your faith wither, heaven hears you Look at the birds, they're always fed Don't think of this earth as cold and dead In a hundred years you'll have a mansion With a belvedere; on a river, mellifluous When peace like a river attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul