When God Purposes Our Seasons

Why does scarcity instill fear?
Because our greater numbers
Mean our resources are fewer?
What make you of this, believers?

The Master cited mustard seeds
To mark faith’s monstrosity
When we hold it abundantly.
What say you now, anxiety?

Abraham, the wanderer,
Become our many faiths’ father.
David, the poor sheepherder,
Become Godly progenitor.

Moses, a babe in the river,
Become a holy lawgiver.
Jesus, a poor carpenter,
Become our Lord and Savior.

Knowing them, it is treason
To dress economic lesions
With the world’s misguided reason,
When God purposes our seasons.

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