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"
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