Breakfast with God....

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Imagine having God visit you just on Breakfast time?

Submitted: December 10, 2011

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Submitted: December 10, 2011



Breakfast with God….


I got up late this morning, a nightmare of a night

You know the kind, a troubled mind, that simply won`t come right.

I laid the breakfast table, a knife a spoon… two plates,

Some cereal in a cardboard box,  milk and a bunch of grapes.


I sat alone like always, bowed my head and said a prayer

When I got the strangest feeling that someone else was there,

I saw the curtain billow, and the wind began to roar,

I  fell upon my knees because, the Lord was at my door.


My mind filled with confusion, how do I greet my guest?

Kneeling there beside the chair, wearing an old string vest.

He raised His hand and smiled at me, then bade me to sit down,

“I`ve come to lighten up your life, and rid you of that frown.”


I said that I was sorry that my table looked so bare,

Had I known that He was coming, I`d  have certainly been prepared.

”Your tables overflowing Geoff, my goodness can`t you see,”

“Piled high are all the gifts I`ve sent, now to eternity.”


I stared at my bare table and my porcelain cereal bowl,

It`s not the food we eat I thought, but the food that feeds the Soul.

At last my eyes were opened, how could I be so blind

That precious food God feeds us with is not the eating kind.


Sometimes we have to look beyond the things that we can see,

I`m thankful for that breakfast chat, between my God and me.

We cannot live on corn-flakes, or grapes picked from the vine,

We need the food that God has sent, the food I call Divine.


Geoffrey Kennell©



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