BREAD AND STONE - A POEMRevelation 2:17He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.I've won many prizes in my life,Not because I'm very good,But because achievement is mostly cheap,With its prizes of plastic or wood.No, achievement hasn't suited me. It fades like sunny weather. But the trophies of Heaven, they're different.Those prizes last forever.Let me show you two. Imbued with all-surpassing worthA sacred, secret mannaIs preserved in Heaven, right now, waiting,Waiting for the overcomer.Can you imagine a feast like thatServed at Jehovah’s table?A setting for you, Mephibosheth,Broken, dirty, feeble,But given courage as the mannaPresses softly on your teethReminding you that you're not dreaming,But breathing, chewing sweet relief.Now, I can't think of a better prizeThan aged Heaven bread. And for this feast I'll give my life. I'll strive till I am dead.Now, I know the crowns we win in HeavenWill be cast at Jesus' feet. But what do you do with ancient mannaBut thank the Maker and eat?And look, another mysterious giftFor overcomers, waiting. A stone of white entitled withA name from God Almighty.A pet name, title, moniker,Or nickname here on earthMeans nothing when compared toThis new name's eternal worth.The hand that etched the tablets,And wrote on Babylon's wall,And authored Holy Scripture,Now sets itself to drawA name of secret wonder,With revelation worth,Ascribed to sons and daughtersWho overcome on earth.Names or special giftsFrom parents, friends, and brothers,Are given to show belonging andAffection from a lover,But a name framed in stoneFrom the Lover of our souls,Who brought His children home Would make us fully whole. With manna in our belliesAnd stones with names engraved,We'll sing eternal gloriesFor our Lord's amazing grace.

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