Verse 1
God, whose farm is all creation,
take the gratitude we give;
take the finest of our harvest,
crops we grow that we may live.
Verse 2
Take our plowinging, seeding, reaping,
hopes and fears of sun and rain,
all our thinking, planning, waiting,
ripening in this fruit and grain.
Verse 3
All our labor, all our watching,
all our calendar of care,
in these crops of your creation,
take, O God: they are our prayer.
