Writer(s) – J. D. Hopkins
Producer – Theophilus

Lyrics

[Chorus: Frederick Alexander II]
Hungry for a meal…
Longing to be filled…
Bread of life revealed…

[Verse 1: BledJon]
Humbled as I stumble in the back of a church;
Grumbling in my stomach with a jacket of hurt.
It was the first Sunday of the month. As I wonder,
Why am I even present with the pressure I’m under?
Numb, but still there with a grimace of a glaze.
Hear the pastor say “Please, pass around the plate.”
Eyes blood red, I’m awake, but I’m tired.
Dummy hungry and broke no money for the tithe.
But, I still sit and listen to the message.
Seems as though I’m squeamish amidst all my wreckage;
My package of my pain produced of field of ruin.
Funny, the plate comes: no money, its communion.
Assorted wine cups and bread to be broken;
“Man can’t live on bread alone, but God’s word spoken.”
I heard in my head, ‘bout to fall on my face.
Please bow your heads and let us all say grace.

[Chorus: Frederick Alexander II]
Hungry for a meal…
Longing to be filled…
Bread of life revealed…
I’m never thirsting again!

[Verse 2: BledJon]
They’re praying. I aint staying. I’m out in the quickness!
Pastor saying something about love and forgiveness,
But I know no love. I’m stuck by my dolo.
Still trying to bag ends like my name was Frodo.
So, I stroll to my pad and as I step to the door:
My spirit wanted to reflect on what I just saw.
Instead, think of my car, friends, and my phone.
Had bread; had girls, why I still feel alone?
Whoa, a deep moan arose inside of me.
Been spiritually whining through time quietly.
I wish and I pray and I sprint and I stay
While feelings of freedom are freely falling away.
My hurt turned to pain. Depression into shame;
Question why I’ve stayed grappled in these chains.
Love, I know your name. But do I accept it?
Oh, to be transformed into a new perspective!

[Chorus: Frederick Alexander II]
Hungry for a meal…
Longing to be filled…
Bread of life revealed…
I’m never thirsting again!

[Verse 3: BledJon]
Created in the image of Love, this is vintage.
Freedom is in your midst, but you might have missed it.
Twisted your real eyes and blinded your identity.
Realize belief is the intro to infinity.
Psalms of serenity seemed as a mystery.
But, if Love already won you fight from victory.
Light as an entity might’ve just entered me.
Grace is not sympathy, but a raised state of empathy.
For I never chose Love, He forever chose me.
But grace is not nullified because it’s not received.
Blessed are those who haven’t seen yet they still believe.
Mercy must be deep to breathe new life in me.
My prayer’s not that you’ll leave, but that you’ll be free
To fight the good fight in your darkest time of need.
There’s purpose in my pain. I’ll admit I never knew it.
With these words I submit: I’ll come into this union.

[Chorus: Frederick Alexander II]
Hungry for a meal…
Longing to be filled…
Bread of life revealed…
I’m never thirsting again!

[Outro: BledJon]
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

“Take, eat; this is my body which is broken for you.”