Whatever God’s gives is enough
Every word from His lips we receive
Any crumb from the Master’s own table
Feeds five thousand of those who believe

Whatever God’s gives is enough
Every word from His lips we receive
Any crumb from the Master’s own table
Feeds five thousand of those who believe

In the same way also he took the cup, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” 1 Corinthians 11:26 -27 ESV
Though the bread given to us may be held by human hands; 2,000 years ago it was given to us first by Him. As we take the bread and cup in our hands, He wants us to remember the marks of the whip, the crown of thorns and the cross. In the same way that Mary worshiped by pouring out the spikenard to prepare Jesus for His burial, we worship Him as we take the bread and cup and remember His cross.
I often think of the spear that pierced His side. Jesus hung lifeless after having given His spirit to the Father. But even as His body hung limp and vulnerable, a soldier plunged his lance into the side of Jesus. It was cruel but it was his job to make sure that Jesus was dead and with no possibility of rescue. And then there flowed out water and blood down His side and onto the ground showing the price that He paid for our sins and yet we easily forget. In the middle of the activities and pressures of life we need to come and sit again at His table. We must tell again the story of the bread He broke and the cup He blessed till the day when we eat and drink at His table in Heaven.
The 7 Loaves of the Bread of Life
He took the seven loaves and the fish and having given thanks He broke them and gave them to the disciples and the disciples gave them to the crowds. Matthew 15:36 ESV
The Monday loaf was when angels sang
And shepherds knelt and the Heavens rang
On Tuesday Mary dedicated her son
At the temple then trusted His will to be done
At the Jordan On Wednesday Jesus was baptized
And the dove descended onto the bread of life
Thursday’s loaf was when He broke the bread
And He blessed the cup and He bowed His head
On Friday His body was given for us
And His blood poured down that old rugged cross
Saturday’s silence was a bread of sorrows
As He lay in the tomb waiting for tomorrow
Then on Sunday’s rising came the Living Bread
For all who believe Jesus rose from the dead!
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