Grain and Wine Abound

Their harvest has come
The barley is done.
The grapes are ripe.
Their vintage goes right.

But though their fields are green
And the yields are high,
Their silos still go empty.
And within their vast granary rooms
The voice of hunger sighs, its fear echoes faintly
While cellar door hinges grow green and rusty
Waiting for the missing groom to show.

They have so little; I have so much.
Their storehouse is filled with sorrow,
But the wind reaps my shouts of joy.
They have nothing; I have you.

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There are many who say, “Who will show us some good?
Lift up the light of your face upon us, O LORD!”
You have put more joy in my heart
than they have when their grain and wine abound.

(Psalm 4:6-7 ESV)