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The farmer plants a few seeds, A small harvest for his deeds; But when he plants a lush lot, Abundant crops will be sought. He who plants for he believed, Harvests blessings are received; For the farmer does soon learn, Of abundant blessings return. Give whatever you decide, Just remember to abide; For giving should be your choice, How much you care to rejoice. God loves a cheerful giver, Just a drip or a river; And not sorry that you gave, Little or much at the nave. God gives overflowed kindness, To those deemed for blessedness; When you have all that you need, You can do much more indeed. One freely gives to the poor, Righteousness is evermore; Be fruitful and multiply, With a bountiful supply. God gives the farmer the seed, Food enough to those in need; And He will give you enough, To get through when times are tough. So I thank God for His gift, That gives me such an uplift; His gift words cannot depict, That can bless or will inflict. Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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