I Am the Bread of Life
Malcolm Guite
Where to get bread? An ever-pressing question
That trembles on the lips of anxious mothers,
Bread for their families, bread for all these others;
A whole world on the margin of exhaustion.
And where that hunger has been satisfied
Where to get bread? The question still returns
In our abundance something starves and yearns
We crave fulfilment, crave and are denied.
And then comes One who speaks into our needs
Who opens out the secret hopes we cherish
Whose presence calls our hidden hearts to flourish
Whose words unfold in us like living seeds
Come to me, broken, hungry, incomplete,
I Am the Bread of Life, break Me and eat.
A Prayer based on ‘He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood,
lives in me and I live in him.’ John 6:56
Lord,
All that I am, and all I can offer,
I give to you willing and free.
All that I ask, is that you make me your vessel
so that I live in you,
and you live in me.
Amen
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