When Jesus wanted solitude

He sought a lonely place;

With his dear friend, the Baptist, killed –

He needed private space.

But crowds of people found him there,

And did not let him rest;

They hungered for his words of hope;

For with them, they felt blest.

Compassion filled his heart at once;

But how could they be fed?

Disciples said they had two fish

And just five loaves of bread.

He offered thanks, then broke the bread;

All ate; none were refused;

The thousands there were fed that day;

Twelve baskets full – Not used!

Today we have a different scene

With millions down the street

Who starve to death; Why is it so?

Want should be obsolete!

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God is in those who agonise;

God suffers in their pain;

When sharing bread we know we are

Extending God’s domain.

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George Stuart. Used by permission

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