My Food (Poem)

In the dawn of morning’s light,

A purpose calls, a guiding sight,

A mission clear, a sacred quest,

To do His will, to give our best.

My food is not of an earthly kind,

But in His work, His will defined,

To finish what He’s set in place,

To run this race, to seek His face.

In fields of gold and valleys low,

We labor on, His love to show,

For in this work, we find our peace,

In His purpose, we find release.

To finish strong, to see it through,

In His light, our strength renews,

For in His will, we are sustained,

In His service, joy is gained.

Until Next time, Keep Believing, Keep Hoping & Keep Loving.

Peace. Daniel – The Christian Activist & Warrior

 Remember, Jesus Christ is the Light of the World.

 Thank you, and God Bless

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