Just a humble loaf of bread,

  But 'twas once a bowl of paste,

  Which, if I left in that condition

  Would have surely gone to waste.

  But, when kneaded, it was changed

  Into something good to eat.

  By some kind and loving hands

  And an interval of heat.

  We, like that loaf of bread,

  Must be "needed" to become

  What the Lord desires of us

  Ere we return back home.

  But we cannot "Need ourselves"

  We must all serve one another

  With kind and loving hands,

  Just like our elder Brother,

  So that when we are subjected

  To that interval of heat,

  We'll be like the loaf of bread;

  Warm and smooth, and smelling sweet.


Another poem for Loaf of Bread -

For being there when you were "Kneaded",
for "Rising" to the occasion, large or small.
For never "Loafing" on the job,
for helping others to "Heel" with TLC.
No matter how you "Slice it", you do a terrific job loving others!!!