Lent 22: Wednesday of Third Week

Son of David:
the children drop their scraps to the ground;
the feast passes by, unnoticed.

Son of David:
faith bursts out from unexpected ground.
Where are those with faith of a child?

Son of David, I
am needy. Hear the cry of dogs
waiting at the children’s side.

Son of David:
stretch out Your sovereign arm
to take in the lost sheep, the dogs.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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