Yo, let's break bread, biblical style,
Unleavened haste, from Pharaoh's exile.
Leavened's a feast, a joyful occasion,
With offerings sweet, a blessed persuasion.
Showbread on display, twelve loaves in a row,
Set before the Lord, a sacred glow.
Manna from heaven, a daily surprise,
Falling like dew, from morning skies.
Grind it, bake it, a taste so pure,
Sustaining life, forever secure.
But gather only what you need for the day,
Or watch it rot, and fade away.
From desert wanderings to temple's grace,
Bread's a symbol, time and space.
So let's remember, with every bite,
The love and provision, shining so bright
Oh, bread of ages, in scriptures told,
From simple loaves to stories of old.
Unleavened, leavened, showbread so fair,
Manna from heaven, beyond compare.
Barley and wheat, Ezekiel's sign,
Hearth cakes of comfort, a love divine.
Through every verse, a lesson we find,
The bread of life, for heart and mind.
Barley bread humble, a boy's simple share,
Multiplied by faith, a feast beyond compare.
Wheat from the fields, Sarah kneads with might,
Abraham's guest, a welcome, pure and bright.
Ezekiel's loaf, a prophet's strange command,
Mixed grains and beans, by the river's sand.
A symbol of siege, a warning call,
To turn from sin, lest the city fall.
Each grain with purpose, a story to tell,
Of famine and plenty, heaven and hell.
From simple meals to visions profound,
In every loaf, a message is found.
So listen close, as the scriptures unfold,
The secrets of bread, more precious than gold.
For in its rising, a lesson we find,
The spirit of life, for heart and mind.
Oh, bread of ages, in scriptures told,
From simple loaves to stories of old.
Unleavened, leavened, showbread so fair,
Manna from heaven, beyond compare.
Barley and wheat, Ezekiel's sign,
Hearth cakes of comfort, a love divine.
Through every verse, a lesson we find,
The bread of life, for heart and mind.
Hearth cake warm, by the angel's hand,
Elijah's strength, in a desolate land.
Oven bread baked, a priestly delight,
With oil and flour, offered day and night.
Gifts of grain, a humble supply,
Sustaining David, as he passed by.
From prophet's journey to temple's flame,
Bread's a constant, through every name.
A symbol of comfort, a sign of grace,
Nourishing bodies, in every place.
So let us cherish, this gift from above,
The simple power, of faith and love.
In every crumb, a blessing we see,
A taste of heaven, for you and me.
From ancient ovens to tables spread wide,
The story of bread, forever will abide.
Oh, bread of ages, in scriptures told,
From simple loaves to stories of old.
Unleavened, leavened, showbread so fair,
Manna from heaven, beyond compare.
Barley and wheat, Ezekiel's sign,
Hearth cakes of comfort, a love divine.
Through every verse, a lesson we find,
The bread of life, for heart and mind.
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