Travel Mercies
"Jesus called to his disciples, 'My heart goes out to these people; they have been with me for three days and have nothing to eat. I do
not want to send them away hungry. They might faint on the way.' Matthew 15:32"
Hungry, starving for the Living word of God,
His healing breath upon their broken lives,
the multitudes seek him out.
Hundreds to thousands come from all around,
fold up their robes, encamp at His feet,
crowd shoulder to shoulder on the hillside's stony ground.
Famished souls nibble on His every utterance
each sun-drenched, dusty day;
sleep restless, digesting the precious morsels
each star-blanketed night—
ears pressed to the earth's heartbeat
listen for the echoes of heaven
and will not budge.
Their empty existence cries to be filled
with his rich syllables of love:
The manna of a forgiving Father God.
More than baskets of bits of fish and bread
he feeds them himself,
divine sustenance, fuel for the faint-hearted,
provision for the roadways of eternal life.
"Jesus called to his disciples, 'My heart goes out to these people; they have been with me for three days and have nothing to eat. I do
not want to send them away hungry. They might faint on the way.' Matthew 15:32"
Hungry, starving for the Living word of God,
His healing breath upon their broken lives,
the multitudes seek him out.
Hundreds to thousands come from all around,
fold up their robes, encamp at His feet,
crowd shoulder to shoulder on the hillside's stony ground.
Famished souls nibble on His every utterance
each sun-drenched, dusty day;
sleep restless, digesting the precious morsels
each star-blanketed night—
ears pressed to the earth's heartbeat
listen for the echoes of heaven
and will not budge.
Their empty existence cries to be filled
with his rich syllables of love:
The manna of a forgiving Father God.
More than baskets of bits of fish and bread
he feeds them himself,
divine sustenance, fuel for the faint-hearted,
provision for the roadways of eternal life.