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To The Very Last Drop
by Rhonda S Galizia → (All Poetry by Rhonda S Galizia)
Wednesday, November 23, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Job loss, illness, death of a relationship.. whatever hardship, there is always HOPE for the thankful heart.

To The Very Last Drop The cupboard was very nearly bare.. But, what? Was that, lying there! Her hands trembled As she lifted The corner Of the napkin And peeked, eyes Open wide.. Oh me, oh my to her great surprise The napkin concealed a slice of bread inside! She carefully gathered it onto a small dish examining it for mold. And after turning it over again and again she lifted it up, crying Behold! Now she placed it into the toaster and set it to Golden Brown Meanwhile after stirring her cup so she at last might wake up she laid her Tea spoon down. The toaster popped The toast to on top of the ancient metal toaster While she scoured the shelves for a butter pat or something like that, again feeling what her job loss had cost her. Nothing left Nothing to choose from Nothing because there was no money. A tear started to fall as she leaned against the wall straining on tiptoe.. And then she spotted the honey! Oh, LORD, she cried, You always supply! She lifted the honey from the shelf but really had to steady herself When her smile turned to a frown as she brought the honey down. For, in there, was only the very last drop. She held the jar and prayed giving thanks for another day then poured it.. until it stopped. She swore she’d never seen anything so beautiful as that lengthening golden bead... ' ' ' Slowly making its way down and out, struggling to reach the tea. Oh, the riches of the LORD! she groaned inside. And as it fell into her cup her face lightened right back up.. Ummm.. The tea was sweeter than expected she mused then deflected, for being a single drop! And dipping her toast into the tea she embraced yet another reality.. That last drop she said, is just like when You bled to save a wretch like me! The steam from her tea rose from her porcelain cup.. Thank You, Jesus for supplying all of my needs.. yea to the very last drop. And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19 NLT C. 9/09/16 Rhonda S. Galizia, Scribe Unto The LORD International Copyright All Rights Reserved By Law.
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Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on November 24, 2016

Nicely done. Happy Thanksgiving to you.
Michael D.

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on November 23, 2016

How beautiful to see her journey through poverty, always giving thanks for her portion. We have so much to thank God for. This is a beautiful reminder.

Happy Thanksgiving!
Love,
Connie