Provider of seed I pray thee

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Provider of Seed I pray thee,
Let none of the sead, perish in store,
Let them die in the field,
Where each brinks hundredfold.

So many of thy seeds in my granaries,
So much of grace have I found,
Plenty is the land for tilling,
Sowers are yet to be found.

Sometimes I wonder what I will answer,
When when He comes to seek for fruits Shall I show Him the granaries
When He ask me for fruits

None is worthy who looks back,
After putting his feet on the plough,
Let me till the land for Him,
He is my all in all.

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