In the quiet corners of our hearts,
Where seeds of kindness take root,
God’s miraculous multiplication unfolds,
A symphony of grace, a divine pursuit.
Our small acts of generosity, like grains of sand,
May seem insignificant, easily dismissed,
Yet within them lies the potential for abundance,
A tapestry woven by hands unseen, gently kissed.
Let us not fixate on scarcity’s shadow,
But lift our eyes to the horizon’s golden hue,
For in cultivating a vision that transcends limitations,
We find God’s promise: our efforts multiplied, made new.
Trust, dear soul, that your offerings matter,
Like loaves and fishes shared on a hillside,
For God’s economy defies earthly logic,
And love’s multiplication is our eternal guide.
So let us sow kindness, compassion, and grace,
In the fields of this world, where hearts ache,
And watch as God multiplies our humble offerings,
A miracle unfolding—one small act at a time, for His sake.
