Consider

          Consider
The lilies of the field, whose bloom is brief—
      We are as they;
      Like them we fade away,
          As doth a leaf.

          Consider
The sparrows of the air, of small account:
      Our God doth view
    Whether they fall or mount—
          He guards us too.

          Consider
The lilies, that do neither spin nor toil,
      Yet are most fair—
      What profits all this care,
          And all this coil?

          Consider
The birds, that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;
      God gives them food—
    Much more our Father seeks
          To do us good.

Christina G. Rossetti.