Alma 8:19 -- And as he entered the city he was an hungered, and he said to a man: Will ye give to an humble servant of God something to eat?
A vagabond and panhandler is what I am today,
seeking to recover all the light that's gone astray.
But do I hunger for what's right, not gravy in a bowl?
Can I discover blessings that will always make me whole?
Alas, my hungers wander from the righteous to profane;
my resolve still wavers like a fickle weather vane.
Bread and honey feed me, Lord, and cunning milk dispense,
so of this catchy world I can at last make blessed sense!
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