Fruit From Seed

Why eat of even the soft
     of the loaf of anxiety,
When the Bread of Peace
     is so much more
         sweet to eat?

Why burn midnight's oil
     and dawn's early light,
When the Light of Day
     shines long enough
          to get work done?

Why settle for sleep
     from a pill you pop,
When the Sabbath's Rest
     grants slumber to
          all He loves?

Unless it is God who does the deed,
     no matter whose hands be there,
          all effort in the end is done in vain.
Only He, and He alone
     brings fruit from seed
          buried in the ground.

Psalm 127
1 Peter 1:21-23
Romans 9:14-18

by J Alan R
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