HOMEMADE BREAD
Be still,
my heart,
be tranquil and in your
travail pause,
Look deep within yourself
and perhaps you'll find the cause;
God,
in infinite wisdom,
within the heart of man
Has placed the
understanding and the meaning of His plan;
Be still,
and stand in peace and
calm and wait upon the Lord,
And in your peaceful
calmness reflect upon His word;
There find th' eternal
import and the oneness with his light,
And let your soul rest
tranquil in His radiance,
ever bright;
'Twill bring to you the
meaning and the reason of your being,
With joy and consecration
you will find the clearer seeing,
You'll know that God,
who made you,
gave you the light
divine,
And the knowledge and the
wisdom to right and wrong define,
Gave to your soul true
beauty and to your heart a hope,
That in His strength and
power,
you need not blindly
grope,
The Laws of God,
immutable,
He to our hearts made
known,
For thus it was,
and thus it is,
Man reaps what he has
sown.
Some folks delight in cookies,
In pies and all things sweet,
While others like the savories,
Onions,
potatoes and meat.
Some go in for sloppy foods,
Porridge and soup from cheeps‑head,
But for flavor and enjoyment,
Give me some homemade bread.
The baker' s bread is good,
I know,
And tasty,
there' s no doubt,
But his baking is a business
For with him the money counts.
But when a mother bakes it
For her own,
I think you know,
She mixes love and tenderness
In with her yeast and dough.
And when the bread is risen,
Baked a beautiful brown,
There isn't a baker can compare,
In village,
in city or town.
So for something that's delicious,
And nourishing,
as I've said,
Give me a chunk of butter and
A loaf of homemade bread.
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