Jesus Feeds The Crowd

As a father feels his children's plight and feeds their hunger. You felt the need of the crowd and fed them with word-wonder. Clouds of helplessness within disciples seemed to wander. You could see Father and Spirit smiling, not so yonder Bread and fish were less. Your heart, yet, like the cosmos, was broad. Though your Abba was always with you, his name you did laud Seated on grass, not for more than a piece of bread, they longed Finding baskets brimming with excess, who wouldn't be awed? You taught them, in their need, dependence on the providence. Your words of comfort created in them clear confidence. Diligence, patience, and temperance attained prominence. What else, on this earth, overpowers divine dominance? Any such deed of yours never ever filled you with pride. The wish of the crowd to crown you their king, you brushed aside.