Harvest of Humility #1460

Harvest of Humility (Grace Amidst the Grains) In lands where plenty reigns, homes tower, splendid 'neath the skies, flocks roam wide over verdant plains, and treasures grow where the river lies. Remember the hand that led you from sand to shore, from Egypt’s chains to freedom’s door. Let not your heart’s furrows fill with gold, nor the weight of wealth your spirit fold. With every harvest, high and grand, recall who tilled this giving land. In prosperity’s palm, do not lose sight of the Weaver, threading day through night. Lest pride, like a storm, begins to form, and clouds the waters once so warm. Stand guard, oh soul, with careful eyes, as blessings bloom 'neath open skies. Each sprout of success, each gifted gain, springs from His will, through sun and rain. Stay humble, stay true, with open hands, for all you gather, He commands. In the bounty’s embrace, remember this grace: Every gift is but a trace of His love, an eternal place. Written Steven G. Lee (May 23, 2024)