Share and Care

I share each harvest of my fields
With folks in greater need
And share the labor in my hands
To pluck a neighbor’s weeds
And everyday in different ways
I try to do my best
To help my neighbors and my friends                                                                                                                             Through heartache of distress

But it is not without some pain
I do the things I do
For there are times I give too much
And times I suffer too
Yet at the end of everyday
I feel a joy of heart
That I have shared God’s gift to me
With those of lesser

This poem Isn’t mine, It was written by Michael Dubina

I found it powerful and worth sharing. I hope you loved it.