This is my daily bread
Your very word
Spoken to me.
You are my daily bread
Jesus, my daily bread,
Your very body,
Broken for me.
You are the living word
There are no boundaries
or distinctions
Between thoughts
And actions
What you say is what you do
And what you do,
Is what you say
And who you are,
There is no boundary
No Border
You said
Let there be light
And there was light
You call those that are not as though they were
And they are.
Your living word to me
Is my daily bread
You sustain me
As the earth is held on it's axis
By your very word,
Your broken body
My bread,
Is your word to me,
Sustaining all life,
Suspending it in death,
Till the Kingdom wine flows again,
Your word to me,
Your word which proceedeth from your mouth,
The bread by which I live,
Is love
Your very body,
Given,
For me.
You have spoken
And there is no boundary or distinction
Between thought and action,
between conception
And completion.
It is finished.
The promise is it's own fulfilment.
