YOUR BLESSINGS MEET MY DAY
Since birth, symphony meets the mystic day.
In my heart, You planted a leaving seed...
Of wishes, Your blessings keep coming gay,
As the seed yields in folds, Thou clears up weed.
You give assurance to constantly treat,
The need to adjust and lean on wisdom
Under the shadow of mighty secrete,
To rule over defeat in Your kingdom.
The living seed with goody- oxygen:
Strange fuel inexhaustible yet so free,
But of wonder is its odd origin...
Not costly or cheap to grow of tree.
For water and sun aren't enough to grow,
Unless God's blessings touch the lands we sow.
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