Jesus was walking by the sea, that sea of Galilee

He went up a mountain.  Him, great crowds came up to see.

They brought the lame.  They brought the blind.  And they brought the mute.

They brought those who were deformed, of this there’s no refute.

 

The crowds then did a humble thing, with not thought of defeat;

They placed the souls who suffered, at Christ’s holy feet.

All became amazed when they saw the blind could see,

The deformed were made whole.  Could this really be?

 

The lame now walked.  The mute began to speak,

This was all done by Jesus, who was so mild and so meek,

When great crowds laid the suffering, at our Lord’s blessed feet.

 

Now Jesus didn’t want to send the hungry crowds away,

Or all the souls whom He had healed on that miraculous day,

Christ told the crowd, upon the ground, they should take a seat.

For three long days they’d been there, now had nothing to eat.

 

He cared that on their way home, from hunger they’d collapse.

So many days had passed. So much time elapsed.

The disciples asked a question: and asked it out aloud:

“Where could we ever get enough bread to feed such a crowd?”

 

Christ’s heart was touched, the truth is that His heart was moved with pity.

This deserted place had no food; and with food, no close-by city.

Christ asked His disciples: How many loaves have you?

They said that they had seven loaves, and just a few fish too.

 

He took the loaves and fishes, and then with hope He spoke

Words of thanks to the Father, and the bread He broke.

He gave to the disciples, the loaves and the fish.

The disciples gave them to the crowd, satisfied, for food, their wish.

 

The disciples gathered fragments, a gift straight up from heaven.

Baskets left of fragments; they numbered up to seven.

Jesus, we come before You, our Lord, so merciful and meek

We give to You our loved ones; humbly place them at your feet.

 

As you healed those in the crowd so very long ago.

We pray that on our loved ones, healing You might bestow.

Heal our loved ones of the wounds, over which they weep.

Only You can heal them Jesus, from wounds which go so deep.

 

Wounded they are blind, and deaf to Your ways.

Wounds have made it hard to follow You, for all their lifelong days.

It’s crippled them from righteous walking, made it tough to be converted.

They’re lacking food from heaven, like a barren land deserted.

 

Jesus, we give thanks, as You did, before You broke the bread.

We beg You raise our loved ones’ souls, to life from the dead.

Have mercy on us, Jesus, so great has been the fall.

We beg You, Christ, have mercy.  Have mercy on us all.

 

(Based on Matt. 15:29-37)