I watched him hunting his dinner,
Relentless in his quest.
In his success I recognized
How I had failed my test.
Like him, I’d sought for food on earth,
Nourishment for the flesh,
While, what I needed most to find,
Remained untouched and fresh.
This body’s mine for the short time
That I am here on earth,
My soul needs nourishment enough
To cherish my rebirth.
Lord, help me to seek out and know
The bread of life as well
As what this body needs to live.
Nourish, Lord, and indwell.
Matthew 4:4
But he answered, “It is written, “‘Man shall not live by
bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.”’
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