He is my provider

Like the little sparrow,

Who doesn’t worry about his food.

Like the little bee,

Who knows the flower will bloom.

Like the flower,

Who knows the rains will come.

Like the new born baby,

Who knows mama will have some.

Like all of them, I too

Will trust God for provision.

For He’s always made a way,

Where there seemed to be none.

Love & light,
Christine

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