Steady
dew of heaven, coriander seeds shower lavish love;
new
mercies, fresh blessings, daily bread is the manna of God.
Lord,
shall I tire of the diet of your grace?
Lord,
do not let this abundance be taken without cherish or taste.
Let
me not be blind to your gifts to me, and lost to my sins.
Lord
give us this bread always, let me not become ingrate and full,
swollen
in my pride, keep me unleavened, let me savor each taste.
Lord,
I wander. Lord, I become lost, and lose my way in the wild of sin, but
your
arm is never too short, it holds daily bread, and it reaches in love.
A
Prayer and reflection on Numbers 11
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