I give humble thanks
for a merciful God who held back rain …
… for stitched paper bags in a truck bed, full of promise.
… for Iowa dirt (our own Holy Ground) …
… for this faithful steward, eager to see
Your hand at work in an Iowa cornfield.
He trusts You …
And I give humble thanks tonight
for the fruit of the vine,
over which we give thanks and honor to You …
“God’s got it,” the faithful steward tells me,
as we sip from glasses of Old Vine Zinfandel in a toast of celebratory praise.
“God’s got it. He’s had it since Day One.”
And Lord, we know You do. You’ve “got it.”
You’ve had it ever since You first cupped dirt in your hand,
ever since You breathed Genesis life into dirt
and made us alive.
God, You’ve got it. You’ve had it since Day One.