The Miracle Of Giving - Poem by Henry Jackson
Give, and you will get a heap
If you sow, you're going to reap
But remember when you sow
Thorns, as well as roses grow.
Don't sow a thorn and expect a rose
That's against the Master's plan
But plant, instead, good deeds that grows
And glows, and make the man.
Give your best, and sift the rest,
Always sow the seed of Love;
As sure as East is far from West,
A guaranteed Harvest from above.
There's joy in giving, like sowing seeds
Like painting the fields with green
But greater joy blooms with the deeds
When roses set the scene.
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