The Tides of Providence

It's not what you gather, but what you sow, 
That gives the heart a warming glow.
It's not what you get, but what you give, 
Decides the kind of life you live.

It's not what you have, 
But what you spare. 
It's not what you take, 
But what you share 
That pays the greater dividend 
And makes you richer in the end. 

It's not what you spend upon yourself 
Or hide away upon a shelf, 
That brings a blessing for the day. 
It's what you scatter by the way. 

A wasted effort it may seem. 
But what you cast upon the stream
Comes back to you recompense 
Upon the tides of providence.

By

Patience Strong