A Bountiful Harvest
If love be the reason to overcome trials,
than beauty shall come from each tear ever known.
Truth shall be rewarded, a life without wiles.
A bountiful harvest, I'll reap what I've sown,
with faith as my soil, a lush garden has grown.
The fruits of my labor make troubles worthwhile,
a home and family, the light God has shown.
for every drawn frown, a thousand cherished smiles,
the olive branch, a promise from the dove flown,
and the blessing of knowing, I'm never alone.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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