In the garden of our efforts, where our toilsome seeds are sown,
Lies the truth, profound and ageless, in the gentle winds, it's blown:
"The more we do for ourselves, in our striving, in our quest,
The more God can, in His wisdom, guide us, nurture, and invest.

For each step we take in earnest, on this earthly, winding road,
Lays a path for grace to follow, lightens every heavy load.
In the sweat of our endeavor, in the work of our own hands,
Lies the key to greater wonders, far beyond what we had planned.

It's not in idle waiting or in silent, passive dreams,
But in active, fervent doing, where divine intervention gleams.
Like a river meets the ocean, like the seed that meets the soil,
Our actions meet with heaven’s grace, in a sacred, timeless coil.

So let us toil with joy and vigor, in the sunlight, in the rain,
For our efforts carve the channels, through which blessings flow, unfeigned.
God’s work begins where ours ends, in a beautiful, divine dance,
Where every effort we put forth gives His miracles a chance.

In the fabric of creation, every thread we weave with care
Joins the tapestry eternal, vibrant, wondrous, and rare.
So, lift your heart and set your hands to the plow of your own fate,
For the more we do for ourselves, the more God’s blessings await."

March 21, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop