153 (Quintilla)

A breakfast of grilled fish and bread
Already prepared, even though
You’re invited to add your own
To the meal I myself have spread.
But one more thing I have to show.

One hundred fifty-three is more
Than seven men could ever eat––
And that’s just food! I have in store
Greater kindness than any door
Could hope to contain: you will see.

Like the death-knell tolling three times
You hear me, and tears fill your eyes,
But I am here to heal, not damn.
I am sending you, and you can
Know My love will always abide.


What is a Quintilla?

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