In Christ's Stead

My father and I some time ago Visited the inner city To give food to the needy. To many that day we gave The sustenance to maintain And save Their souls. We met a man quite bewildered Why he was chosen. My father gave him a small red Bible Then replied, “In Christ’s stead I give thee bread.” Then we left. Many years later one autumn day My father passed away. At his funeral visitation Many people came with respects to pay. Then an elderly man approached me, He shook my hand Leaving in it a small wooden cross Stained red. With a gentle voice he said, “In Christ’s stead I give thee bread.” Before I could thank him He left. Johann Myles "Spiritual"