We pray our church's kitchen fill with food,
our pantries pack with plenty, so our stoves
may cook what we prepare to serve the droves
of hungry people from our neighborhoods,
rejoicing in the spoiling of our goods,
and give from gardens, graineries, and groves
our fruit and vegetables and meat and loaves
so that Christ's love be better understood.
And when we asked our Father for His bread,
our Father gave us His only begotten Son,
and when we asked Him for His wine, He bled,
and we remember all that Christ has done,
and when we asked Him for His fish, we fed
lost souls He showed us needed to be won.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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