Malachi 3:10
Bring the whole of your offering
Into the storehouse of the Lord
That there may be plenty,
A bountiful blessing for all
In this may you prove me
And see that I'll not open
All of heavens gates for you
The promise I have spoken
And you shall not be able
To receive all of my blessings
Poured out from my abundance
So your portion keeps increasing
I only want to bless you
In everything you do
But first you need to plant the seed
To see my harvest for you.Scripture Poem © Copyright Of M.S.Lowndes
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