Sunday, September 09, 2012

The Holy Supper

Jesus, as I eat this bread,
Sign of your own body--dead,
Sacrificed for all our wrong,
My heart wells with thankful song.

As I drink this simple wine,
Sign of your own blood divine,
I can see your grace out-poured.
I believe--am whole--restored.

Plainest food has now become
Your own sign until you come.
Lord, I'm humbled and amazed.
May your holy Name be praised.

For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup,
you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.

(1 Corinthians 11:26 ESV)

Poem written July 15, 2012, at Redeemer Fellowship Church, Watertown, Massachusetts, for God's glory.
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1 comment:

dfish said...

He so clearly demonstrates the simplicity of what he has done by using such a simple sign.