Think on why
I wanted you to
Be with Me
And then
Think on how
You brought nothing
To the table,
Nothing to Me,
Nothing to feed
Our family.
Yet I saw
In you
Seed I would
Trust you to
Bring forth
A harvest
For Me.
My table is
Full of food.
I need mouths
To feed.
Those I
Have chosen
To love
And be engrafted
In Me.
Bear fruit.
Receive good seed,
The word of God
That comes through Me.
Fill my table
Not with food
But these
Who come
By your bearing
Fruit from Me.