Poem December 11, 1948 Issue

"GIVE YE THEM TO EAT"

Mary E. Izzard Root

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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