Be inspired by an abundance poem. When you think of living a life full of abundance does that mean riches and wealth, or does that mean contentment and happiness?
Read the verses in these poems for the thoughts of the poet as to what abundance means to them.
One of the secrets of living an abundant life is being contented with what you have. This does not mean you strive to improve but it does mean being thankful for what you have.
In God's embrace, abundance overflows,
His love, a river that ceaselessly flows.
He provides for us, both near and far,
His blessings shine like a radiant star.
Through every season, His grace sustains,
In abundance, our souls find no restraints.
He fills our cups with joy and delight,
His provision a beacon in the darkest night.
In gratitude, we lift our voices high,
Thanking the Lord, who hears every cry.
His riches are boundless, beyond compare,
In His abundance, we find solace and care.
With hearts of trust, we surrender all,
Knowing His blessings will never fall.
In His presence, our needs are supplied,
In His abundant grace, we forever abide.
Be thankful for the little things
The more contentment it will bring.
Focus on a thankful attitude
You will find blessings in a multitude.
With this attitude, your life will be
Abundant and full because you will see
That everyday blessings mean so much
Those material things you'll no longer clutch.
You enter this world with nothing
And, in your passing
You will leave without a thing
Even if you're rich or even a king.
So look around and appreciate
That material things do depreciate
Be abundant in relationships
Spend time in fellowship.
You have more abundance than you realize
Look around and it will materialize
If you could see every blessing you have
You would be more than glad!
Abundance is the blessing of the wise;
The use of riches in discretion lies;
Learn this, ye men of wealth: a heavy purse
In a fool's pocket is a heavy curse.
There isn't much of worldly goods, I know,
That I can claim or really call my own;
But I'll be rich wherever I may go,
Because I've had a friend, and I have known
A peaceful joy that some one trusted me,
That some one cared because I suffered pain.
I'm rich because I'm privileged to see
God's earth, to see the sun and feel the rain.
My wealth is greater than a miser's gold;
And so, at last, as life will onward wend,
I'll find a treasure, all that I can hold,
For I have faith in God, and, have a friend!
But it may be, in a diviner air
Transfigured and made pure,
The harvest that we deemed as wholly lost,
Waits perfect and mature;
And the faint heart, that now defeated grieves,
May yet stand smiling 'mid abundant sheaves.