Consider the flowers of the field in their beautyMore lovely than even the clothes of a king
Consider the birds of the air
Flying high, flying free
You are precious to me
Where your treasure is
There is your heart
Where your treasure is
There is your heart
There is your heart
If a son asks his father on earth for fish or for bread
Who among you would give him a snake or a stone?
How much more does the Father above
Have a heart full of love
For the children that He calls His own?
Where your treasure is
There is your heart
Where your treasure is
There is your heart
There is your heart
