The Master Baker bids them come…
Alas, so many are without legs;
The one and the many are without teeth
Orphan and family have no hands
to feed themselves…
Can we not be the hands, and feet, and mouth?
Let us give to all bread from the heart.
Let us pour our soul out as wine upon the souls of man;
That all might be fed from the Master’s abundance.
A contest entry
- but... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 28, 2008, 11 entries
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Wonderful Words!!
Truly a touching poem to read this Sunday afternoon. There is so much of God's work to be done. There is so much disparity beween the rich and poor in this world. Your words are so true. We must not only love our neighbors but care for those in need. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. Take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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thank you Sandy - you are an inspiration with all of your positive words and heartfelt thoughts
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Heartfelt words you have penned and I could see love in each bite from the Master Baker....nice take on the quote.....novy
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I appreciate your comments - I hope these words will find their reality in each of our lives
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Ah..very touching message you brought..well done my friend....thank you so much for entering my contest.....
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above all, I thank you for calling me "friend"
I believe this contest is a reflection of your heart -
God bless you this day
Wade
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Yes, yes and yes; that all may be fed lol lovely, most touching lol
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thanks Pat - you are such a positive person - it is your gift from God
Wade -
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That's a lovely thing to hear on this wonderful Sunday morning
Here's to wishing you a Most Happy Father's Day lol
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thank you, dear Lady
God Bless you
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