Harvest Thanksgiving

 

Not ours, O Lord, but yours;
The earth belongs to you.

We mine the copper, gold and iron,
We take the minerals from the earth,
Coal, wood, and water; soil and clay.
We use these gifts from day to day
But, not ours, O Lord, they’re yours;
The earth belongs to you.

From orchard tree and soft brown earth,
From bush and cane, from branch and stalk,
From rivers, seas and grinding mill
We take all good things as we will
But, not ours, O Lord, they’re yours;
The earth belongs to you.

We marvel at the swelling seas,
We gaze into the night-time sky,
By painter’s brush or poet’s tongue
We think they all to us belong
But, not ours, O Lord, they’re yours;
The earth belongs to you.

Donald Hilton

Thought for the week

John Shelby Spong

“God is not a noun, that demands to be defined, God is a verb that invites us to live, to love, and to be”