Bread
John 6:51 I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of
this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I
will give for the life of the world.
I sit at the table of life
hungry
my plate empty
I see the bounty
others feast upon
and I am envious.
Happiness, love, success
seems heaped upon their plates
while I sustain myself on scraps
gnawing savagely
on the smallest of morsels
until they disappear
I hunger for the FOOD of life
I hunger for Your love
but always
I feel myself unworthy
My heart is hungry
my soul emaciated
as I die from within
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