The Offering

I love eggs and the value of nutrition they fulfill

I love that for a chicken it is not a sacrifice but an offering

That without guilt I can thoroughly enjoy

My friend offered her suggestion of how much better it would be

To have and taste farm fresh eggs from her sister’s hand raised hens

The idea became a desire that I quietly tucked away

When to my delight on a country walk I met these hens the very next day

It’s so important to remember

All the desires that our hearts and minds contrive

Because dreams soon become erased

In the maze of life’s unknowns

But God who knows us all so well

Forgets not his children’s hearts

Our grandest and even littlest thoughts are logged

Engraved in God’s own heart

 

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