THE Lord commanded, 'Give ye them to eat,'— Five loaves and two small fishes all their store For hungering crowds. He knew they had no more, And He had called them to that wild retreat. They gave it as He gave them, piece by peace, Where on the green grass grouped the great and small, Till all were filled. So not theirs at all But His, the glory of that grand increase. Master, I have not strength to serve Thee much, The 'half-day's work' is all that I can do, But let Thy mighty multiplying touch Even to me the miracle renew. Let five words feed five thousand, and Thy power Expand to life-results one feeble hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |