A harvest hymn for urban people
(Sung to We plough the fields and scatter
)
We
fill our fridge and freezer
With
good things from Iceland
With
oven chips and kidney beans
With
prawns and English lamb
Our
fridge is overflowing.
The
freezer's full as well
Give
heartfelt thanks for freezers
Which
feed us all so well
Iceland,
Kwiksave, Sainsbury's
Tesco
and Asda too.
For
frozen good, for frozen food
our
grateful praise is due.
But
what about the millions
Who
live in far off lands?
How
can they sing God's praises
With
empty upturned hands?
So
we, with all our riches
Must
give to those in need
And
gladly keep on giving
that's
gratitude indeed.
Praising,
sharing, caring
Lord
teach us how to live
Till
all are fed with daily bread
And
starving people live.
