Cherished of Woke Visions
In a cherished of woke visions,
our Lord Jesus Christ gently spoke,
and said, "Feed my people,"
as loaves of bread, fish, and fruit
cascaded down from His blessing hands.
A font of sustenance and love into
infinite wicker baskets.
Us reapers knelt to Him,
as the hungry of the world bowed
their heads in thanksgiving and
feasted at the Lord's endless table. ~
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