I run to my helper

I seek the Lord with all my heart,
to beheld His beauty like a colourful cart.
I run to my helper adorn with wonder,
comes to my rescue from beyond the yonder.

I lift my eyes up to the hills for help,
from His dwelling place He hears my yelp.
He is my shepherd who supplies my need,
the birds and I He will always feed.

God is my provider I must confess,
the lilies and I will always have a dress.
No worries for tomorrow, I rest in His care,
for anxieties are something I can not bear.

I lay my burdens down at His feet,
He will come to my aide from His seat.
All the stresses of life that entangles me,
He will remove them all from me.