Do I have more than I need for the day? Then the surplus must be for a purpose.
Let me expend every store of energy, Lord, and be not miserly with your gifts. I love to hoard and that gives me comfort, yet look! Before me comes a throng of brothers and sisters with emptiness inside.
It is a sun-blasted land. You have constructed me to love bright spaces, standing more upright the stronger is noontide.
Let me be shade for my neighbors.