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Uncounted Blessings

Seeds thrive,
but not as planned.
Man questions God,
focusing on loss,
and not what's at hand.

17 Jan 11

(define the words in this poem)

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maybe you're expecting too much from God?
 — unknown

maybe that's the way it is suppose to be....let time take its place...just have hope and faith
 — psychofemale

My point exactly, psychofemale.  Thank you for commenting, Unknown and psychofemale.
 — unknown

How true, how true!
 — unknown

Thank you for the comments.
 — unknown