The rich reduced, the poor endowed,
The weak are raised to thrones of power.
The good Lord rules while kings are cowed;
He undermines the tyrant’s tower.
In tatters, stripped, from field walled,
God calls us to his banquet spread.
Let super-substantial manna fall,
This day our daily-given bread.
The full are starved, the empty fed,
The fertile pine, the barren bear.
He flattens fields, gives landless bread;
Both weal and woe our God can share.
I am his wheat, ground in a mill
By tooth of beast to make fine leaven;
I shall rise up to do His will,
As done this very hour in heaven.