Every noon at twelve
Every noon at twelve
In the blazing heat
God comes to me
In the form of
Two hundred grams of gruel
I know Him in every grain
I taste Him in every lick.
I commune with Him as I gulp
For He keeps me alive, with
Two hundred grams of gruel.
I wait till next noon
And now know He’d come:
I can hope to live one day more
For you made God to come to me as
Two hundred grams of gruel.
I know now that God loves me –
Not until you made it possible.
Now I know what you’re speaking about
For God so loves this world
That He gives His beloved Son
Every noon through You.
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