Never speak of a loving God to me
If what I hunger for hungry haunts, hurts
My lifeless life in cruel cries of silence
And you come giving me the bread of life
That has not given me that bread for life
Which you want me to give to him.
Will I give an unpleasant, worthless gift
To him whom you cook with wonderful words
As the way, the truth and the life
When you have not come my way
With truckloads of tasty treats of truth
To beautify my battered, shattered life
For a happy, hearty, sweet looking offering
Given to that bread of life
Who sent through you, bread for my life?
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