"GIVE YE THEM TO EAT"

My store seems meager, but they have come far
To glimpse the Christ. "Why send ye them away?"
Each Sabbath morn I hear the Master's voice,
"Oh, give ye them to eat." And then I pray:

Dear God, I ask Thy blessing on my store
Of bread the more to feed the hungering heart.
Bless it, and I shall break it trustingly
With these, Thy little ones. Ere they depart
Let them be filled, completely satisfied.

I find twelve basketfuls remain beside.

Mary E. Izzard Root

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