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John 6:35

Bread of Life
Written by Aaron Gibson

Hungry hearts come seek the flame
Life eternal calls your name
Living water sweet and pure
Bread of heaven always sure

You’re the bread that fills the soul
Your love makes the broken whole
In your light the shadows flee
Jesus you’re all I need

Thirst no more your cup will rise
With mercy flowing from the skies
Sweet redemption ever near
Perfect love that casts out fear

The cross was heavy but you won
Your grace the dawn of every sun
The chains are gone the veil is torn
New creations now reborn

You’re the bread that fills the soul
Your love makes the broken whole
In your light the shadows flee
Jesus you’re all I need

Feast upon the words you give
In your presence how I live
Faithful Father endless peace
By your stripes we’re all released

Daily Musical Devotion - April

Bread of Life

April 24 - Bread of Life

by-Matthew F. Blowers III 

Innocence was a place in which the brightest of suns highlighted,
the blush of our youth at its finest of moments,
Like dust motes  that float oblivious to the fall they are taking,
we swirled in dances of bliss, at all the worlds wonders yet tried.
Remember the first taste of ice cream, that frozen, sugary, orange pushup

that  melted with delight on our curious tongues,
or that first crescent of watermelon, dribbling with juices down
our chins, plus many seeds we were allowed to spit out with glee.
Nothing to do but play all day, under warm beams,

offering endless discoverys.

A Nirvana that only lasted for a very short time.

Adulthood is a bit of a cloud, that blocks the sun we cherished,
under the reigns of responsibilties we all must undertake.
Although occassionally dads and moms can be found reliving sunny days

 by jumping in a colorful pile of Autumn leaves with much jubilation,
or kicking rather large sneakers sky high on swings long vacated.
living vicariously through the tiny copies of what they once were.

Old age is a blue moon hanging low in the sky, creased with crevices,
as the sun light only reflects what is passing into the darkness,
yet still grandparents revisit the grander times with grandchildren,
bouncing them on their knees as they giggle soprano eight notes,
retelling stories of the splendour of their youthful days,
many suns ago, when their own flesh was as smooth as a marble,
reflecting the glory of those moments tossed devil-may-care.

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