The Body of the Son

Gazing at the stars for a time

Seeking a message or a sign
Is there an answer for man
In the Master's unfolding plan

Looking back to prior days

Calming storms; leveling waves
Yet, many still do not believe
Clouded eyes refuse to see

Gathered together to listen

To hear the wisdom of his word
He saw that they were hungry
Then a great miracle occurred

Taking the loves, he gave thanks

Five thousand were filled that day
Then gathering all that remained
So nothing would go to waste

This day multitudes are gathered

There is a great hunger for truth
So many are eating on the run
Instead of the Body of the Son

No need to gaze upon the stars

For answers that are clearly seen

Feed upon the Master's plan

The Bread of Life; the Son of Man