I heard you, My child.
I know how you feel;
Why haven't you received a harvest?
My Word says you will.
You brought your case to Me,
I know the sacrifice you made -
You gave when you had little,
And you did it afraid.
I'll multiply your seeds,
And your crying shall be no more;
Because you gave in poverty,
You shall not be poor.
When others reap their harvest,
And you wait for yours to grow;
Don't ask Me if I love them more -
The answer is always 'no.'
What does My Word say?
Give, and more comes back to you;
If you trust in Me,
Waiting won't be hard to do.