Father, God, how do we thank you as we ought for your goodness to us? We slept in comfortable beds last night between clean sheets. Millions of people in our cities and in other parts of the world slept on the streets. We awakened to a good breakfast this morning, with promise of more than enough to eat for lunch and dinner. Millions had no breakfast this morning, nor yesterday, nor the day before, and they have no prospect of lunch or dinner in the foreseeable future. We live in comfortable homes while millions are homeless in refugee camps or worse.
Dear God, forgive us for complaining, for never thanking you, for behaving as though we deserved these benefits in contrast to those who are without. Don't let us have to lose these blessings to appreciate them. We pray in the name of Him whose heart was with the hungry, the homeless, the naked and the oppressed.
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