Luke 11:3 Give us day by day our daily bread. A little girl in a wretched attic, whose sick mother had no bread, knelt down by the bedside, and said slowly, "Give us this day our daily bread." Then she went into the street and began to wonder where God kept His bread. She turned around the corner and saw a large well-filled baker's shop. So she entered confidently and said to the baker, "I've come for it." "Come for what?" "My daily bread," she answered, pointing to the tempting loaves. "I'll take two, if you please — one for mother and one for me." "All right," said the baker, putting them into a bag and giving them to his little customer, who started at ones into the street. "Stop, you little rogue!" he said roughly; "where's your money?" "I haven't any," she said, simply. "Haven't any!" he repeated. "You little thief, what brought you here, then?" The hard words frightened the little girl, who, bursting into tears said," Mother is sick, and I am so hungry. In my prayers I said, 'Give us this day our daily bread,' and then I thought God meant me to fetch it, and so I came." The rough but kind-hearted baker was softened by the child's simple tale, and instead of chiding her, said, "You poor dear child." Here, take this to your mother," and filled a large basket full for her. (Henry T. Williams.) Parallel Verses KJV: Give us day by day our daily bread. |
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