God of hope, give us this day our daily bread and don't give us more than we need for you are more than enough. Our excess, our wealth, rots away our ability to love. When we gather more than what we need, the people we've been called to love suffer at our hands and their cries against us reach your compassionate and just ears. We are kept from the poor and thus are kept from you, the God who shares identity with the poor. It's not just that we want to obey you, it's that we want to love you and draw near to you and thus receive the blessing of sharing with and in you--a blessing far, far greater than silver and gold. Give us your justice that love may be shown to the loveless.
In the name of the Son who is revealed in the least of these. Amen.