If I had been in Egypt
When the Israelites had fled,
I don’t know how Passover
Would taste without the bread.
Would I ask for extra parsley?
Or get seconds of the lamb?
Or would I simply sit there
And reflect on Abraham.
If I had wandered 40 years
In that wide wilderness,
Would the heaven’s manna
Make me hunger any less?
It’s not like I could eat it,
Not even just a piece,
But maybe its mere presence
Would put my heart at ease.
If I had been with Jesus
On that mountain by the sea,
I wonder if I’d gripe and groan
When others began to feed.
Just two fish but FIVE loaves,
I guess my choice is made.
I’d lean over to my neighbor
And ask to make a trade.
But when I get to Heaven,
When my body’s new and healed,
I’ll think of all the the meals on earth
That failed to make me filled.
I think I’ll be the happiest there,
The Bridegroom’s glowing wife,
‘Cause I’ve been waiting all these years
To feast on the Bread of Life

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