Blessed Gifts
Mysterious: such are they labeled…
yet, they are to me blessings
Almighty provisions, awesomely miraculous.
As one praying for bounty to enjoy and share
I see them as seeds of God's grace
answers to fervent faith yearning for great fruit-yields.
Grateful for abundance in the Lord
my heart praises Him for heaven’s rich supply*
ending food crises midst dearth’s gloom!
*Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
August 17, 2020
1st place, "Mystery Seeds" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 8/18/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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