What shall I render to the Lord for all his bounty to me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord. (Psalm 116:12-13)
So you lift up your gift of thanks,
Zimbabwe mother, five earthen cups
molded of soil from your plot,
your meager ground of sustenance:
maize for your children,
grass for your beasts,
blooms for your soul’s joy.
Offer your gift of thanks
with all who come to church today
bearing their harvest fruits —
grain from their fields,
eggs from their birds,
hand-made bowls and mats —
bearing too their seeking hearts,
their weariness and steadfast hope.
They lift all up in thanks,
and call on the name of God.
Five red-brown cups from the earth
at risk from flood and drought,
tilled by hoe and aching arms
to feed the ones you love.
Hands hardened by earth’s toil,
heart gladdened by earth’s gifts
in concert offer up a thankful life
and call on the name of the Lord,
the One whose hands and heart
reach out in joy to take the one
who offers five earthen cups.
Author of this poem is Allen Myrick who now lives in Vermont, USA. It was written during his years in Zimbabwe and can be found with many other resources in Gifts in Open Hands, More Worship Resources for the Global Community here