“Where is bread?” the great crowd murmured—
Thousands strong, yet all in need.
“Where is bread?” your people wondered,
Faced with such a crowd to feed.
Who, Lord Jesus, could have guessed it?
One small boy brought food to share.
Taking what he gave, you blessed it;
All were fed, with much to spare.
Where is bread? We know their yearning;
Every day, we wish for more.
God, in time, we’re slowly learning:
All we own can make us poor.
Our possessions can possess us,
Leaving hunger deep inside.
Christ our Bread, come now and bless us;
At your feast, we’re satisfied.
“Where is bread?” the call is rising;
Millions cry who must be fed.
God, your answer seems surprising:
“You, my Church, you give them bread.”
Bread to fill each hungry spirit,
Bread for hungry stomachs, too!
Give us bread and help us share it.
Richly blest, may we serve you.
|First Line:||"Where is bread?" the great crowd murmured--|
|Title:||Where is Bread?|
|Author:||Carolyn Winfrey Gillette (2000)|
|Topic:||Eucharist/Lord's Supper; Jesus Christ: Ministry; Justice|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 2000 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved|
|Composer:||Cyril Vincent Taylor (1941)|