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Adenydd (Demo)

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Drifting clouds, morning air,
Golden light paints the sky with care.
Wind is dancing through the trees,
And the sparrows sing so free.

See the lilies in the field,
Dressed in colors bright and real.
Not a hand to weave them threads,
Yet they bloom where no one treads.

Oh, you of little faith, can’t you see?
You are worth more than these!
Not a single feather falls unseen,
Why do you worry?

Birds don’t gather, store, or plan,
Yet the Father fills their hands.
If He watches over them,
Won’t He watch over you again?

Oh, you of little faith, can’t you see?
You are worth more than these!
Not a single feather falls unseen,
Why do you worry?

Seek His kingdom, seek His ways,
And He will guide you day by day.
Tomorrow’s troubles wait ahead,
Rest in Him, be fed instead.

Oh, you of little faith, can’t you see?
You are worth more than these!
Not a single feather falls unseen,
Why do you worry?

Drifting clouds, morning air,
Golden light paints the sky with care...

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Not a Single Feather

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