[26] Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet heavenly Father feedeth them. not much better than they? [27] Which by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? [28] And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: [29] And yet I say That Solomon in all his glory not arrayed like one [30] Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more O ye of little faith?