I worked so hard each day,
But felt I got nowhere.
I looked around and saw
There was nothing there.

So I sought my Father’s help.
I cried to Him in prayer.
He took me in His arms
To show how much he cared.

I worked but gave my time to Him
To find abundance beyond compare.
It was in our relationship
That I saw the harvest there.

Seeds of growth were cultivated
His grace and glory, my fare.
The planting of my harvest
Blossomed from my prayer.

© Deborah J. Birdoes
7-12-2007

You crown the year with a bountiful harvest; even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. Psalm 65:11

A time to plant and a time to harvest. Ecc. 3:2