BLESSED peace, bestowed with sweet contentment
IS mine because my Father is the King.
HE nurtures me, Adam's direct descendant,
WHO else would have my back in everything ?
IS it not fitting then I sow His seed,
NOT pull the seedlings up to check they're growing ?
OFFENDED ?No, not I, but blessed indeed,
BECAUSE my garden's ripe for His winnowing.
OF massive silage bins I have no need,
ME ? I'm more than happy just to kneel and weed.
Quote; Matthew 11:6
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