The Fruitful Works Of Sowing

 I desire to be a blessing, to those who are in need..

For misfortune and mistakes, have hindered them like weed.

To be filled with compassion, as a neighbour and a friend..

I must bestow my yearnings, until the very end.

While there are those, whose hands are bound with chains..

I am liberated, to pray for those with stains.

If the wicked seek to wonder, about the net and snare..

I will walk the pathway, where angels trod with dare.

Though wanderlust and weary, a child of God may be..

This servitude within me, is more than I can see.

Surely every morning, at the break of dawn..

The govern rule of Jesus, will crush every forlorn.

Upon my heart I witness, the perfume of God's grace..

To share with those around me, like blossoms on fine lace.

No more will I be weakened, by worry and with lack..

For the provision of the Almighty, will rush in without slack.

I call upon my Nissi, to raise a banner high..

To show the world His glory, as clouds all dress the sky.

The fruitful works of sowing, will reap its own reward..

That I may be found worthy, attached to heaven's cord.