Near the Sea of Galilee

“So little, it’s impossible;
five thousand need to eat,”
But in His love and mercy,
His bounty came complete.

Five loaves of stale bread cracked,
Rain fell in random crumbs,
As Jesus prayed for man,
In new life soon begun.

Two fish, skin crinkled dry,
From sands of moisture lost,
In punnets passed ne’er emptied,
His gratitude the cost.

The fruit of love’s abundance,
The key to heaven’s door,
A wealth of richness granted,
Like fish and bread before.