the bread of life
walking through fields of grain
surrounded by gold
rustling and whispering to You
bowing down before the king
the bread of life
as You pass through
The hungry
following after You
In this field of grain
where there is always something to eat
just lift my hand
not very far
take hold
not very hard
in my hands
separate the chaff from the grain
bring it to my mouth
eat as we go
because
I'm surrounded by bread
as I follow You.
It's not yet the feast
but
when I follow the bread of life
I follow through fields of grain
bread broken for me
there is always something to eat
here
in this Sabbath day
following You
through fields of grain.
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