Prayer….(Not for vegetarians)

In my human body

Its needs and cravings

In the overcompensations of its evolution

I admit that I fix

Too much on the physical


I confess that nothing

Is so likely to shift my mind

From the high and the holy

So much as a rumbling tum

And the smell of a bacon roll.


You supply all I need, Lord

And also are beyond my needs.


Let me not measure my faith

By my comfort.


Let me not gauge my riches

By my prosperity


Let not my lack of worry

Dull my concern


“Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.”

— William Cowper, 1779


Habakkuk 3:17-19

Though the fig tree does not blossom, and no fruit is on the vines; though the produce of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food; though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation. GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, and makes me tread upon the heights.


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