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When the bombs came down There in Blitzkrieg town Dust was everywhere In my eyes and hair
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It was dark at night Very scary sight With all their power and might We put up a fight
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Soon my Mom was gone And it wasn’t long Before my Dad was too What was I to do
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Then the Allies came And no more the flame Lit the sky at night Filling us with fright
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They set up the tents Where the children went While they rebuilt Buildings all but silt
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No one slept at night Though the moon was bright Though the bombing ceased And now there was peace
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Till one day they heard That the children feared That the sun would rise And bring hunger cries
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So each child was fed Just a slice of bread And they held it near To take away their fear
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And all through the night Till the morning light They held their slice of bread While they slept in bed.
Clear vision They could see With the tears of hunger gone The night wasn’t so long And a child could sing a song Without
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After World War II in London, the orphans couldn’t sleep at night as they were cared for by the Allies. It was found that they were afraid that they wouldn’t have any bread in the morning when they woke up – they would be hungry. So the Allies gave each child a piece of bread to hold through the night and they could sleep fine.
“Why do you work so hard for what is not bread, and spend your wages on what does not satisfy? Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourself in abundance.”
Isaiah 55:2
After people really go without necessities, they begin to learn what actually satisfies. Jesus said, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never hunger.” John 6:35 “Incline your ear and come to me. Listen, that you may live…”
Isaiah 55:3
When you are afraid, when you can’t sleep at night, take out His word and start reading in Isaiah chapter 40 and keep going till you fall asleep. It is like the children, who held close their slice of bread till morning.
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