Bread Upon The Waters of the Lord π₯π¦
Thereβs a dearth in the land,
In this soul sucking emotional quicksand
Afoot on planet Earth.
Thereβs an encouragement dearth.
So I cast my bread
Upon the waters of the Lord,
On His currents here and there.
Now the Love of God is rare,
The face of children sad,
The soul of man needs fare.
Help me, Lord,
And send out the light.
Penetrate our hungry darkness blight
On the waters of the Lord.
Bread Upon The Waters of The Lord
by: Shirley Satterfield