Tasty Fruit at the Giver’s Door – Poem in Philippians

Not that I seek the gift, but I seek the fruit that increases to your credit. Philippians 4:17 ESV

To mature is not an easy task

My world revolves around me

WhenI I cry,I get what I ask

My comfort is all that I see

 

Parents sacrifice for their children

They find a joy in their giving

No medals, accolades or trophies

A happy rhythm, worth the living

 

We make many choices in life

We eat fruit both bad and good

The best kind includes joyful giving

Satisfies all of the shoulds

 

Love, joy, hope and peace

Tasty fruit at the giver’s door

The selfless find them often

Growing in life, more and more

 

I don’t have to meet every need

Tis grace that calls my name

I’m growing in my cheerful giving

Prefer others first, that’s my game