Are you satisfied with the manna?
All the manna in which God gives?
Or do you find yourself always complaining?
About what in life…God didn’t give?
Are we following Him obediently… every day?
Or are we too… to wander as the Israelites… for many years?
Do you find His provisions and guidance routine?
As we all cry our buckets… of ungrateful tears?
I would hope as you now think it over
You can search… deep into your hearts.
And praise our God…our Father
For all the blessings…in life He imparts.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem