T’was a week before harvest when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lamb.
The farmers were praying, on their knees, in their lairs,
In the hope that a crop, soon would be there.
The seeds were all planted, watered and sown,
While the vision of a harvest in their minds was grown.
The farmers with the oxen, ploughing the field,
Put their hope in producing a vast crop yield.
Then out on the earth the rain did pour,
The grains would then grow ten times more.
And then to the pastures the workers went,
They gathered the harvest that God had sent.
The farmers were thankful and praised His name,
And all through the land the people did the same.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah they said,
“Thank you Lord, for like the birds of the sky we’ve also been provided for and fed!”
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The Foodbank is what my church are suggesting to donate to at this time of harvest, because of the Covid-19 restrictions, and not being able to bring to churches etc.
As a nation, we know it isn’t right that anyone should be left hungry or living in extreme poverty. But whilst we work for long-term change, our network of food banks provides emergency food and compassionate, dignified support to people locked in crisis.
The foodbank offer and provide food donations, vouchers and other advice. Click here to find more information on donating to the Foodbank.