90 minutes of joy
Stepping inside its home..
A reason to shine,
surrounded by HOPE
a chance to serve HIM.
Scooping joy into a funnel
Out comes manna from God
Smiles all around me, my chance to giveth to HIM..to HIS kids ..
Time has but stopped for us as a community all working together for one common goal, to feed HIS children, food for their soul.
But now the time has come to an end
As we clean up our area, it’s out of our hands, onto a pallet destined for GODS children, as we circle around our hands of Service, laying upon this pallet, my heart is full, God is HERE with us, we bless the food in which we scooped..
We gather in the room in which we came, gather once more for a moment to capture our mission.
It’s time to go,
90 minutes of serving HIM is done,
Why is my tears ready to burst?
My one time to serve HIM
so short
where will I go,
do for HIM from here?
Jesus My Savior please continue to ENLIGHTEN me..
For my heart with HOPE is still in that room,
I left it there for the next group of disciples…
to do with as they please..
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