As manna for the wandering children
As water from the rock did flow
As the prophet fed by ravens
As the widow’s oil did grow
As the Psalmist’s table wild
For foe and friend prepared a place,
Anointing each with holy oil
’til cups ran o’er with heavenly grace.
As thousands fed from two small fish
As nuptial water turned to wine,
So may all be fed by Your love
From an endless source, divine.
Remind us in our darkest moments
To claim the birthright we possess
As beloved sons and daughters—
Reflection of pure righteousness.
Wanderer, Prophet, Psalmist, Widow,
Enemy, Savior, Wedding Guest,
Disciple, Teacher—now, forever—
Guided, cared for, richly blessed.
— Wendy DesAutels
* Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, pp. 6–7