Living Bread
“In the wilderness our fathers were fed
with manna, God's gift, a miracle bread.
To believe you're divine
Jesus give us a sign.”
“Coming from heaven, I'm life giving bread.”
“Drink from me and you'll no longer thirst
dwell in me, in my love be immersed.
For whatever the cost
you will never be lost
as the will of God can not be reversed.”
“Is this not Joseph's son?” They complained.
“Coming from heaven seems rather strained.”
“Now partake of my flesh
and your life you'll refresh
with life eternal to be entertained.”
Hearing this some no longer did follow.
“So who will be with me on the morrow?”
Jesus asked the twelve,
who examined themselves.
Peter replied, “Who else can we follow?”
John 6.30-59>/em>
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2021
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