Horn of Plenty

I am the Lord of Bounty — 
Who loves this world I’ve made.
My glory bright gives earth her light,
My hands provide her shade.
My rains refresh her harvest,
My sun attends her plants;
Don’t think it strange when seasons change — 
They do not change by chance.
My world is filled with blessings,
With treasures underground;
And in her seas lay mysteries
Where secrets may be found.
 
I am the Horn of Plenty — 
Who satisfies all needs.
For seeds are sown, bear fruit when grown,
Then die to give more seeds.
Consider now, the lilies
Seen blowing in the breeze;
Yet Solomon, King David's son,
Was not arrayed like these.
And if I clothe these flowers
That meet tomorrow’s fires,
Then how much more would I outpour
My heart for thy desires?
Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
.Luke 12:27