We prayed together, to the creator,
the source of all we have,
offering “the fruit of our labor”;
but the words themselves were discordant
somehow not precisely what I believe
a worthy prayer, offering back to God;
but is there more? Something else to say?
Our fruits; our labor, really?
We are offering that which we “earned”,
hmm, but what does “to earn” mean itself?
What are the fruits of our labors truly?
When does the fruit stop being the Lord’s
When do we earn anything? Isn’t all of our all,
our lives, our work, our wealth, our poverty,
our living, our dying, all a gift of God?
Maybe, just maybe, our prayer should change;
maybe we should pray that we offer to You,
our loving, creator, sustainer God, a mere portion
a small measure,
a pittance of that which you have given us
through our works,
our living out of our working lives
through the gift of the job, the position, the career
you have called us to, at this time in our lives
That we offer to you a small part of that which
You have so abundantly blessed us.
Not the fruits of our labor, but a piece of the harvest
of the daily bread which You alone have provided
a bit of the loaves, the fishes, so that we may add
to the basket from which you bless and break
and share with the whole world, Your ministry of love
to the ends of the earth, and the end of the age
Living more humbly, acknowledging the source
the center of all we are, all we have
sharing with others, that which was never ours, truly,
gifts, all we have, from the creator,
to give back, from our hearts
so that others would know abundance, daily provision
that none would be hungry, thirsty, anymore
update October 14, 2008
October 12, 2008
Offertory, Prayer of Dedication
Suncook United Methodist Church
October 15, 2008
Blog Action Day, poverty
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ReplyDeleteThe fruits of your labor
It's not a paycheck that you cash
Or money you can stash
No it's allot more than that
It's more like a feather in your hat
The rewards that you are given
Are a reflection of the life you are living
When your fruit spoils on the vine
It means you have wasted time
And time waits for no one, you or me
And fruit doesn't fall far from the tree
For our fruits to bare all they can bare
We must learn to listen and share
Because when you listen you blossom
And your fruit will ripen instead of rotten
As the old story goes
You reap what you sew
And I truly believe that is true
For both me and you
When you plant corn that's what you grow
When you sew love you grow your soul
And your heart grows sweet and ripe
As you become a fruitful tree of life
We must be careful as we plant our seed
And not turn our back on those in need
As life comes in many a different flavor
So do the fruits of our labor
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Rose
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