by Eugene Prewitt

By Eugene Prewitt
Submitted Nov 13, 2013
 

Outside of Your Tent
 
The food is now ready
Outside of your tent
Are you hungry, my dear one?
The manna is sent

The angels have brought
Their own fare to the ground
If you will but search

It soon will be found

 
The manna is waiting
Outside of your tent
Are you hungry, my dear one?

The food has been sent

 
Wait not ‘til the sun
Will rise bright and warm
And bring to your life
A business-like storm
 
And you go on famished
‘til your strength is spent
Up now! my dear one
Quick, out of your tent!

For the morning’s first rays
Will rob you of your bread
Are you hungry, my dear one?
The table is spread
 
The food is now ready
Outside of your tent
Are you hungry, my dear one?
The manna is sent

                                                                                     
 
Copyright Feb. 21, 2003
Eugene Prewitt

 


Christ has given us no promise of help in bearing today the burdens of tomorrow. He has said, "My grace is sufficient for thee"; but, like the manna given in the wilderness, His grace is bestowed daily, for the day's need. Like the hosts of Israel in their pilgrim life, we may find morning by morning the bread of heaven for the day's supply. SD 119

The provision for the day must be gathered in the morning; for all that remained upon the ground was melted by the sun. PP 295