In Paris today, millions of pounds of bread are sold daily, made during the previous night by those strange, half-naked beings one glimpses through cellar windows, whose wild-seeming cries floating out of those depths always makes a painful impression. In the morning, one sees these pale men, still white with flour, carrying a loaf under one arm, going off to rest and gather new strength to renew their hard and useful labor when night comes again. I have always highly esteemed the brave and humble workers who labor all night to produce those soft but crusty loaves that look more like cake than bread.
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Will you greet your doom As final; set him loaves and wine; knowing...
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John 6:9:
'Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?'
(NIV)
There is a little boy here, who has [with him] five barley loaves, and two small fish; but what are they among so many people?
(AMP)
There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?
(KJV)
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If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread.
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