A love-soaked heart, new growth
And sure intention
Turn sterile seed to
Prayer, song, kindness,
The heart’s invention.
Shoots in Eden’s soil
Raise no glory
Until roots are
Spring-fed
By our redemptive story.
Public benevolence
May yield no blessing,
Spreading the field
Of self-importance,
No Lord confessing.
Prayer, song and kindness
Are a circling vine
Bringing down from heaven
The reign
Of the Divine.
Bill Tucker
Stewards in the Hands of a Loving God 