Balm and Bread

There is a bread to fill my emptiness,
there is a drink to quench my thirsty soul,
a guiding light to aid me in distress,
an antidote to heal and make me whole,
For every painful time there is a balm,
for every wound, a salve for where it's sore,
no storm at sea that cannot be made calm,
no desperate cell that doesn't have a door.
There is a cast for every broken bone,
a quiet port for every howling wind,
a gentle friend whenever we're alone,
and absolution every time we've sinned.
Sweet Jesus, I can reach and touch Your hand,
for any mystery I don't understand.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       1/08