A Psalm of Sorts

You, oh Father, are a God of abundance,
You, oh Father, give freely to you children.
Those who Trust in you, lack no good thing,
Those who trust in you, will reap a harvest of blessing.
Therefore, I will cry out to you and bring to you my cares and concerns.
And I will lift up the need of the poor and homeless.
Who can out give God?
Therefore, I will open my wallet to the poor; I will give that they may have food.
Open the hearts of your people, oh Father, that they may care for your broken ones,
That they may give and not hold back.
Therefore, I will open my wallet and give.
I will give my words and my dollars as seed to be planted,
That you may bring a harvest in my life and in the lives of the poor.
Pour out your blessings on us! Give to us from your infinite abundance!
Teach us to love!
Give, that we may give!
Fling open wide the doors to your storehouse,
That there may be food and healing in the land.
Heal those weak in body, and spirit. Enrich those poor in body and soul.
Increase our faith! Increase our joy! Increase our hope! Multiply our love!

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