Near tables' edge, she stood
And viewed the children's bread,
Undaunted Faith surged deep within;
Her child, too, must be fed.
She heard the heavy silence,
And yet she had no dread;
But waited for the answer,
Would He refuse the bread?
She did not seek the children's bread.
A favor He had spurned;
'Master - the need is great -
We'll gladly eat the crumbs.'
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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