Bread of the Presence, Bread of His Presence

Sacred bread is brought into creation through the chosen people of God-

Souls, longing to worship freely the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob.
They are caught in a land where Pharaoh thought himself to be god.
“Freedom from affliction,” they would sob.

Moses, the chosen one; his mission to lead forth Yahweh’s people-
To sojourn afar- an exodus of forty years
Into a wilderness unknown, filled with danger, oh so hostile.
“What shall we eat?” the people cry with their tears.

I am who I am brought forth a miracle-
A supernatural substance, to sustain one each day;
Food for the hungry, sustenance for the journey, really the pinnacle,
As on to Canaan the Israelites made their way.

Manna tasting like honey would drop each morn,
Bread of the angels, holy indeed, so none would hoard;
Sufficient; not one went hungry nor any would mourn.
On the day of the sabbath the tribe gives praise to the Lord.

Before the covenant wafers of manna were kept;
Generations could see the bread which fed in the desert wilderness-
A remembrance that I the Lord their God has never slept-
My Messianic promise always to bring bread for the hungry and water for the thirsty.

Christ the King, the Savior, the chosen Son of God,
Bread of heaven, comes down to our earth
Hidden from non-believers, Him do we laud;
Becoming the Bread of His Presence each day on our altar.

No longer in the tabernacle but kept in our heart
His resurrected body is the food which we eat.
Faith, trust, obedience is seen on our part
As we journey toward Him who is there to greet.

The Promised Land will be eternal
There we will see him face to face
Unlike Moses, who saw a partial vision, ours will be ethereal.
He is our communion of love; we are filled with His grace.