Feeling the Ancient Words by Raymond A. Foss
Urging a blessing on a humble table using the litany we know so well, the words He used, the night He shared that table, with the first twelve, That Holy Thursday The bread, the wine, Symbols of the harvest, the fruits of the soil Symbols too of His body, His blood The Passover Lamb a human sacrifice Given on the cross for us The words of remembrance, they hurt Hurt when I consider my sin, His pain But the words heal too Heal when I listen, hear the words – “Broken for you”. For me, to save me, A smile grows on my face as I dip the bread, East the feast In His House this night His offering saves me
November 12, 2006 22:27
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