I’m a day late but the timeliness of this coverage makes up for my shortcoming.
My life burns in Your Presence as a candle.
Before you I stand as melting wax,
Awaiting Your seal
My days have come in steady supply,
Grace and provision never wanting.
Loaves and fishes You have given me.
In prayer I place my plenty in Your Hands.
Leaning on Your Arm,
I wait for You
To multiply even the smallest morsel
To feed a hungry world.
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