My Bread is buttered in Heaven

And not on earth
With the miserly.
My hand does not look to
The employer who pays
Or the consumer who
Nor the stock that multiplies,
But to the God who has kept
All living things
For millennia.
My bread is buttered in heaven,
I do not need to steal
Or weasel
For provision.
My Father knows well
How to take care of me.

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