Bread On Different Levels

When the Syro-Phoenician sought healing
Jesus let her know with whom He was dealing
The children’s bread was not for dogs
Did He have no feeling or what was His meaning?
Still He said-lest Gentiles begin to dread
That He had other sheep from a different fold
Roaming in the wild and suffering in the cold
Murky waters of sin-they too must meet Him
The Shepherd of souls and be led and fed
With this same Bread that the children rejected
Pushed away from the fleshy tables of their heart
It fell to the Gentiles-those chosen to play the part
Same Word preached and offered to Jew first
Once rejected became the object of Gentile zest
Tables turned topsy-turvy and gravel became gravy
The wayside became the upside and right side
The wild wayfarers became Spirit Dwellers
Tis Soul Food served to the elect on a different level

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