Song for the day, Bless the Hands

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Bless the Hands

My own, very limited foray into gardening in the past couple of years has made me appreciate the work that farmers do, work that is often unnoticed, underappreciated, misunderstood, and undervalued. Friendship with some locals who have farmed and are farming has been eye-opening and, I hope, has made me more grateful to the whole chain of workers – beginning with God the Maker of Life – who provide us with daily bread.
This song was written with several particular folk in mind: my dear Mom, whose artistry in the kitchen (and the sheer volume of meals she has prepared over 81 years) has become more and more obvious to me every time I have tried to cook a meal for friends; Jenny and Chris Jackson, a young couple who farm here in Harris county; and Mrs. Polly and Mr. John Willis, good souls just up the road who, on every weekday but Wednesday (when they cook for the Methodist church), makes lunch for any of her friends and neighbors who want to stop by (last Thursday there were 26 of us). And, then of course, I had in mind the One from Whom all blessings flow, the One Who made reference to wheat, corn, seed, fields, flowers, harvest, and bread in stories He told (and tells) of the everlasting Kingdom.
It takes lots of hands to make a meal.

Bless the Hands

For the land, for the field and for the farmer,
For the sun and rain, the seasons and the seed,
For the ones who break the soil, to make a harvest
For those You use, dear Lord, to meet our need.

Bless the hands, bless the hands that tilled the garden
Bless the hands, bless the hands that worked the field
Bless the hands, bless the hands that set the table
Bless the hands, all the hands that made the meal

Forgive us Lord for all we take for granted,
For simple gifts that make our spirits glad,
For the wonder that is all around us planted
And the eyes to see the bounty that we have

Bless the hands, bless the hands that tilled the garden
Bless the hands, bless the hands that worked the field
Bless the hands, bless the hands that set the table
Bless the hands, all the hands that made the meal

And every time we gather here together,
Make us mindful, make us mindful You are here.

For the Hands that made the flowers and the mountains,
For the Hands that made the songbirds and the stars,
For the feast each day that Love has spread around us,
For the Hands that took the nails and bore the scars.

Bless You Lord, You Who knelt down in the garden
Bless You Lord, You Who climbed the angry hill
For the wine and for the bread that fill the table
Bless the Hands, Bless the Hands that made that meal
Bless the hands, the hands that made the meal
Bless the hands, all the hands that made this meal