As the Lord's abundance
bursts forth from the earth,
in overwhelming, utter awe,
I breathe it in.
Absorb it into my marrows.
Bask in the radiant glory.
Silently whispering,
"More! More!"
"So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything,
but only God, who makes things grow.
The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose,
and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor.
For we are co-workers in God’s service;
you are God’s field,
God’s building. "
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Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.
~William Goldsmith Brown
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