Matthew 14 — Bread in the Wilderness
(Song Lyrics — Response Two Style)
Verse 1 — A Prophet’s End
A ruler’s feast, a careless vow,
A prophet’s voice is silenced now.
John stood faithful, truth unbent,
His life poured out in prisoned tent.
The news arrived, the cost made plain,
Righteous blood spilled without gain.
Jesus withdrew, the grief was real,
The weight of loss He chose to feel.
Pre-Chorus
Even sorrow bows to grace,
When God steps into broken space.
Chorus — Bread in the Wilderness
Bread in the wilderness, mercy for the crowd,
Compassion moved Him — He didn’t turn around.
When the need was greater than what they could bring,
He lifted what was offered and thanked the King.
What looks too small in human hands
Becomes abundance when God commands.
Verse 2 — Five Loaves, Two Fish
The crowds followed on foot that day,
Hungry hearts would not stay away.
The disciples counted what they had,
Too little bread — the moment looked bad.
“Send them home,” the voices cried,
But Jesus saw what faith would try.
“Bring it here,” He calmly said,
He blessed and broke the offered bread.
Chorus — Bread in the Wilderness
Bread in the wilderness, more than enough,
He feeds the weary when the way is rough.
Every fragment proves His care,
Twelve baskets left — His love still there.
What looks too small in human hands
Becomes abundance when God commands.
Verse 3 — Sent Ahead
The crowds were dismissed, the disciples too,
A boat sent forward as He withdrew.
He climbed the hill to pray alone,
Communion deep where stars had shone.
The waves grew fierce, the night wore thin,
A storm pressed hard where fear set in.
Then walking calm on rolling seas,
He came where no one thought He’d be.
Bridge — Do Not Be Afraid
“Takes courage — it is I,” He said,
Fear dissolved where faith was led.
Peter stepped out, the water held,
Till doubt outweighed what trust had felt.
A hand reached down, the cry was heard,
Faith rescued by a faithful Word.
Final Chorus — Bread in the Wilderness
Bread in the wilderness, peace in the storm,
The same Lord feeds us and keeps us warm.
When eyes look down, the waves grow tall,
But looking to Him outlasts it all.
From broken bread to steady hand,
He is the great “I Am.”
Outro
The wind lay still, the boat stood free,
They worshiped Him on bended knee.
“Truly You are the Son of God,”
The wilderness echoed what faith had sawed.
