How blessed the hand, which fed me then,
abundantly that feeds me still.
No thought have I to question when
such favor might come to its end.
By faith, I know it never will.
The landscapes change without regret.
Sunrises set each day anew.
I pray each day to not forget
the daily fish within my net,
for my delight, because of you.
The Gadfly
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Submission Name: Abundantly
