Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith,
saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there
shall not be room enough to receive it. Malachi 3:10

Direct Deposit

I will store up my blessings, for a time
When adversity strikes and trials are mine
When the rains come and Satan's allowed
To test me like Job, fill my skies with clouds
But though clouds may rain, and clouds may pour
Still the Son shines behind them forever more
And at that time I will take shelter in Him
Each battle drawing me closer to the Victory we win
Each test carefully ordained to strengthen my soul
Perfection in Jesus the ultimate goal.

I will record my peace in Jehovah-Shalom
Planting seeds of joy whilst the soil is still loam
So they will flourish in the rain and not be washed away
Safely buried in Christ when the soil turns to clay
Rooted in the water supplying the living spring
Steadfast, encouraged, braving everything
Swaddled in your mercy, shielded by your grace
Preserved in your arms, rocked by your embrace.

I will stow oil in my vessel so that I will have light
Through the valleys I must walk, during the dead of the night
So I can travel through the labyrinth without  faltering stride
Knowing though I don't see you, you're walking by my side
Your angels sentry 'round me like the glow from my lamp
Heavenly sentinels, protecting my camp
As I am nourished by the light and the heat
Of the flame you sustain and the promises you keep.

I must gather my nuts in the warmth of the sun
And hide in my heart the miracles You've done
For winter is coming when the harvest'll seem bare
And I may question whether life in the forest is still there
So Your gifts to me I'll catalog
To be my compass in the blizzard, my beacon in the fog
And if you never do another thing
You've already done enough that through eternity I'll sing

I will deposit God's goodness in my heavenly account
So that I may live off the interest in case of any drought
Assured and confirmed when other markets crash
More permanent than bonds more valuable than cash
My debt's fully paid, nothing left I owe
Watching my love dividends grow and my joy overflow
I praise You for the peace that is forever mine
And write this psalm to help me remind
That You're only ever as far as my closet
And that I'll always have access to my direct deposit.

Annette M. Parrott