Starving
Starving
Counting the beans in the garden
that will feed us this winter
in the cold.
There are fewer than I remember
from ever before now
but somehow...
God will make it enough.
That is What "HE" does...
He is a miracle maker
and a mighty earth shaker.
Yet none of his children need be
worried or concerned.
His great love boundless
and real to feel
for all.
There were only a few loaves of bread
and a handful of fish...
on the shore that day
to feed thousands.
Yet...
"He" turned the small amount
into enough to satiate the crowd.
Then, as now...
the important message,
the beautiful words,
straight from heaven spoken...
ever, and still
food for the soul
perfect...
unbroken,
and
out loud
for all to hear.
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