If I had known that day what now I know
Of Love's unfailing, infinite supply,
The Master would have felt no urge to ask,
"Whence shall we buy bread?"
Nor I to answer,
"Two hundred pennyworth of bread is not
Sufficient for them."
To mortal sense it seemed
There was not bread enough in Galilee
To feed the hunger of five thousand men.
The month was Nisan, the time of flowering.
The Paschal feast was due, and thousands thronged
All roadways leading to Jerusalem.
Even Capernaum was overrun
With clamorous, pulsing multitudes that day,
Some of them palsied, crippled, maimed, and blind,
Who, when they saw us sail Gennesaret
To reach Bethsaida, where a desert place
Offered seclusion, followed along the shore
And joined us there.
