My record to date, I must clearly admit,
Has not been so very grand.
When questions are put I most often confess
That I simply do not understand.
But Jesus today taught a difficult bit
And some of my mates took their leave.
So they walked away? I couldn’t care less.
I am not the least bit bereaved.
And here is the part that gives me great hope—
This time I got what He meant!
I believe in my heart (and this is God’s work)
The Master’s the one the Lord sent.
So much of the time I’ve been such a dope
About teaching that goes over my head.
But I’ll draw a line, and one I won’t shirk:
True life is true blood and true bread.
This passion consumes my soul but I think:
How does one eat a king?
It’s a hunger that looms over each waking hour,
Over all the bounty God brings.
My spirit seeks bread and is parched for a drink
Even as I sink ‘neath the waves.
My arms are like lead and my bile is sour—
But God reaches out and he saves.
So I shall ignore my small gnawing doubt
And embrace this nugget of truth
And I will ask for more—Yes more, if you please,
Even if my entreaty’s uncouth.
Yes, He is the Root the seers wrote about—
The Holy One, Bread that Sustains.
This is a truth even demons will shout—
It’s a confession with which I’ll be stained.