This Happens to me All the time, Cont’d
As I ring-out for lunch today, the cashier at Jimmy Johns asks me if I’d like a loaf of yesterday’s bread for $.48. Out loud, I say no thank. But all the way to the drink station and out to the parking lot, I’m singing to myself:
So long have I hungered, Lord, my soul has desired
Fresh manna from heaven, to feed and inspire.
I’ve come through this famine! Lord! I need to be fed.
I’ve been trying to liiiiiiiivee, Lord, on yesterday’s Bread.
All together now:
So Lord here I am, at your table again
Seeking good thiinnnnngs, that flow your hand.
I’m empty and needy, but your word has said.
You’ll give me new mercies, not yesterday’s bread.
Dear readers, this happens to me all the time.Email this Post