Some folks have great abundance
some struggle to earn bread
some dine on garden bounties
from orchards and rich fields
Some barns are overflowing
with barley, corn and wheat
our land is blessed with plenty
though some with hunger sleep
But there's a hunger greater
than when our stomachs gnaw
the emptiness of spirit
is hardest to endure
All earthly morsels wither
and barns fall prey to mold
fair apples soon turn rotten
and meat will turn to bone
The true food for us humans
that lasts and can be found
is precious words most simple
and also most profound
They give us an assurance
that's firmer than great rocks
commandments by the master
endure when earth turns cold
Those promises of Jesus
are there for all who seek
a hope for living water
and everlasting bread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So well written, so true, 'the emptiness of spirit'!