His people knew to give
The first and best of what they grew and made
Which they required to live.
They'd give it as the 'first of fruits'
Back to the hand who gave
As a mark of respect and thanks to Him
Who their people had saved.
Whatever they had, they'd bring to him
At the harvest of each season
For they recognised the hand He'd had
Thanks was their strongest reason.
No broken offering was sufficient
For their King had given them much
And so they brought their first and best
Of whatever they grew as such.
I've no doubt that sometimes they muttered,
In giving up their very best
After all, it's always tempting
To hold onto what you value best.
But, bring they would, their offerings
To offer at the temple door
They brought what was sufficient
Always expecting him, each year, for more.
For, they knew their father loved them greatly,
This offering of theirs was actually joy!
For He had watched over their whole year
That they might life and Him enjoy.
The heart of the people long ago
Was to thank the Lord for what He'd done.
He then blessed them as they walked with him
For they made Him number one.
These days, although what we earn looks different
There are 'first fruits' all across our lives
From the first moment that we wake up
To the cash which funds how we often survive.
And that principle which those people kept
Thousands of years ago lives strong!
God honours every first fruit, especially time,
No matter how short or long.
So, in the moments which you have,
Make Him the first fruit of your day,
And watch how he takes your smallest moments
And uses them to shape and mold your day.
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