Sunday, February 2, 2014

Sunday Poem: My Daily Bread

Is He
my daily bread?

Do I partake of
body broken
blood spilled
battered Master
melting mercy?

Do I eat
my fill
or skip
another meal,
push back from
the table, afraid
to gain some weight,
some soul
in faith?

Do I not intake
the heart of Jesus
for fear of the need
to exercise
the Truth that He

Is He
my daily bread
or only a broken bite
swallowed swiftly
once a month?


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