And why do you worry about clothes? Learn how the wildflowers of the field grow: they don’t labor or spin thread.

For this people’s heart has grown callous;
their ears are hard of hearing,
and they have shut their eyes;
otherwise they might see with their eyes
and hear with their ears,
understand with their hearts
and turn back—
and I would cure them.

Let both grow together until the harvest. At harvest time I’ll tell the reapers: Gather the weeds first and tie them in bundles to burn them, but store the wheat in my barn.’”

Because lawlessness will multiply, the love of many will grow cold.

I was naked and you clothed Me;
I was sick and you took care of Me;
I was in prison and you visited Me.’

I was a stranger
and you didn’t take Me in;
I was naked
and you didn’t clothe Me,
sick and in prison
and you didn’t take care of Me.’