Consider the flowers of the field in their beauty More 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