Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow; they toil not,
neither do they spin...be not
therefore anxious for the
morrow for the morrow will be
anxious for itself.
~ Matt 6: 28, 34
Will you be my refuge,
My haven in the storm,
Will you keep the embers warm,
When my fire's all but gone?
Will you remember, And bring me sprigs of rosemary,
Be my sanctuary,
'Til I can carry on, Carry on.
My haven in the storm,
Will you keep the embers warm,
When my fire's all but gone?
Will you remember, And bring me sprigs of rosemary,
Be my sanctuary,
'Til I can carry on, Carry on.