Father, I cry to thee for bread <br />With hungred longing, eager prayer; <br />Thou hear'st, and givest me instead <br />More hunger and a half-despair. <br /> <br />0 Lord, how long? My days decline, <br />My youth is lapped in memories old; <br />I need not bread alone, but wine- <br />See, cup and hand to thee I hold! <br /> <br />And yet thou givest: thanks, O Lord, <br />That still my heart with hunger faints! <br />The day will come when at thy board <br />I sit, forgetting all my plaints. <br /> <br />If rain must come and winds must blow, <br />And I pore long o'er dim-seen chart, <br />Yet, Lord, let not the hunger go, <br />And keep the faintness at my heart.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-99/
