Please give me a rusty, old grain silo or give me good food that sticks to my bones-oh no, just give me enough that will bring my knees to worship and thanksgiving. So that in emptiness I will understand grace; in imperfection mercy.
So that I will not trust in the abundance of the world or its power or its fame. Just give me enough-only enough to have and live one day at a time. And be the vessel of blessing to others in need.
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