Round Out Our Lives with the Fullness of God

If that gnarled old year tree in the hog lot can tend such a grand bouquet of blossoms, surely we can offer a garland of kind deeds to man and beast ever to please thee, our Lord. 

As the slim crescent in our night sky grows into the bright full moon, most favorable for maize planting, may we round out our lives with the fullness of God, as the tentmaker said. 

Waft our seed onto good earth, O Lord, and let it bear a hundredfold--feed for thy creatures and meat for thy children the world around. 


(from the book, The Farmer Gives Thanks; photo via

No comments: