A glass of water given in my name
Includes the poor
Inviting all to the serving table
Open your home
Give whatever is in your hand
It will not return empty
Let it flow out of a full heart
Rich with generous smiles
Not ashamed or embarrassed
With the small offering
But grateful for every grain
In the Master's hand
A grain
Becomes a loaf
A loaf
Can feed the multitudes.
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