Filling Bowls, Blessing Souls. Proverbs 19:17
Filling Bowls, Blessing Souls
By Kyev Tatum
In the heart of need, where cold winds bite,
A beacon of hope breaks through the night.
Hands extend with love untold,
Filling bowls, blessing souls, in warmth’s fold.
The storm may roar, the clouds may loom,
Yet compassion blossoms, dispelling gloom.
A bag of food, a blanket’s care,
Proof that love is always there.
For elders bound by winter’s chain,
We shield them from the icy rain.
Each act of kindness, a sacred goal,
Filling bowls, blessing souls.
From FEMA’s store to Fort Worth’s streets,
A story of grace in each heartbeat.
Blankets repurposed, blessings refined,
Warming the body and easing the mind.
Through unity’s power, through faith’s embrace,
We light the path for a weary race.
A meal, a prayer, a warmth untold,
Filling bowls, blessing souls.
This isn’t just about needs fulfilled,
But hearts revived and spirits stilled.
Together we stand, weathering the storm,
In acts of love, humanity’s form.
So when the frost begins to roll,
We answer the call to heal and console.
For Proverbs reminds us, the Lord takes His toll,
On those filling bowls and blessing souls.
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