I wonder of that little lad,
The one who gave his all
Whene'er the Master did require
Some food, to feed the sprawl
Of hungry mouths and listening ears,
Who'd followed Christ, to hear
The wonderous words and truths He told
For only three short year.
Whene'er he said "It's all I have"
Did he e'er think that, years
And centuries long afterwards,
His deeds, would ease some fears
Of folk who thought "not good enough"
"I haven't anything
That anyone deems worthy 'nough,
Which I, to HIM, can bring".
Did he keep on a-following
The Saviour, whom he saw
Feed o'er five thousand ravenous mouths,
With so little food, to chaw?
Did he become disciple keen,
When older he became?
Or did he turn his back on Him,
E'en after all he'd seen?
I guess we'll never know for sure,
Until we are called 'Home'
To that eternal Glory land
And we have time to comb
Believers, who have gathered there,
For many centuries past,
'Twill be a GRAND reunion,
A CELEBRATION, vast.
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