Dawn Hope

What prompts the birds at dawn to sing so loud,
while I despairing shrink from the new day?
I face the morning light with my head bowed,
as they rejoice to chase the night away.

The sun comes up, they start their search for food,
while I begin my daily search with dread
to find some hope in my disquietude;
they don't need hope to find their daily bread.

Without God's will not one falls from the sky,
upon my head God numbers every hair;
so why do I fear I will not get by
and God will not provide for me with care?

O God, Your promises are ever true,
help me humbly to put my trust in You.

                       -- by Pete Voelz        3/06