Multiplication Miracle Poem by Randy McClave

I was part of a miracle when I was a young lad
Which made me later a Christian and my soul very glad,
Andrew had told me to come and to follow him
As people around and about us were hungry and feeling grim.
So, I followed Andrew to where he had led
Where everyone needed their souls and also their body's fed,
The food that I had just equaled up to seven
Then far up ahead I saw a man looking up towards heaven.
I gave the food that I had to the man that they called Rabbi
And I gave it to him freely with no need to buy,
Thousands had followed him after seeing his boat from the banks
He took the food and then towards heaven he gave his thanks.
I then saw a miracle of addition and multiplication in front on my very eyes
What I and thousands of others had saw was not a trick or lies
When I looked about there was thousands of people in groves
And the rabbi fed them all, with my 2 dried fish and 5 loaves.

Randy L. McClave