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.

Not in bread or earthly fare,

But in His will, beyond compare,

We find our strength, our true delight,

In serving Him from morn till night.

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.

Through trials faced and burdens are borne,

In His work, we are reborn,

With every act, with every deed,

We fulfill His Holy creed.

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.

My food is to do His will,

To climb each hill, to stand so still,

In faith and hope, in love so pure,

In His work, we are secure.

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.

Not by bread alone we live,

But by the love, the grace He gives,

My food, my life, my sacred call,

To do His will, to give my all.

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