Prayers and Poems for September

All good gifts around us

 

This poem by Matthias Claudius has become a favourite harvest hymn.

 

                                                            We plough the fields and scatter

                                                            The good seed on the land.

                                                            But it is fed and watered

                                                            By God's almighty hand.

                                                            He sends the snow in winter,

                                                            The warmth to swell the grain,

                                                            The breezes and the sunshine,

                                                            And soft, refreshing rain:

                                                            All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above;

                                                            Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, 

                                                            For all his love.

 

The Harvest

 

Alice C Henderson looks back on summer fields…

 

                                                            The silver rain, the shining sun,

                                                            The fields where scarlet poppies run,

                                                            And all the ripples of the wheat

                                                            Are in the bread that I do eat.

 

                                                            So when I sit for every meal

                                                            And say a grace, I always feel

                                                            That I am eating rain and sun,

                                                            And fields where scarlet poppies run.

                       

As you did it to the least of these….

 

The early Celts were keenly aware of Christ's command to love our neighbours.  This is from 'Celtic Fire'

 

                                                            Remember the poor when you look out on fields you own,

                                                                        on your plump cows grazing.

                                                            Remember the poor when you look into your barn

                                                                        at the abundance of your harvest.

                                                            Remember the poor when the wind howls and the rain falls,

                                                                        as you sit warm in your dry house….

 

                                                            The poor have no food except what you feed them

                                                            No shelter except your house when you welcome them,

                                                            No warmth except your glowing fire.

                       

A prayer for student days: for faith and fruitful study

 

Here is a prayer used at King's College, Cambridge

 

Almighty Father, grant that our universities and colleges may be houses of faith and fruitful study; and that their students may so learn truth as to bear its light along all their ways, and so learn Christ as to be found in him; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end. 

 

My daily labour to pursue

 

Here is a prayer of Charles Wesley - for everyone heading back to work this autumn

 

                                                            Forth in your name, O Lord I go,

                                                            My daily labour to pursue,

                                                            You, only you, resolved to know

                                                            In all I think, or speak or do.

 

                                                            The task your wisdom has assigned

                                                            O let me cheerfully fulfil,

                                                            In all my works your presence find,

                                                            And prove your good and perfect will.

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