Poem: Bread and Wine
This Book, in itself, has absolutely no value to anyone, except by God's Grace. No Kidding. Only God can Help us out of the jam we've gotten ourselves into. But we can, at least, cooperate with Him! Let's.
1/6/1990
The Bread and Wine
Taste of the sorrow, confusion, and pain
Press on through dark, though you can’t see the way
He’ll be there before you
Trust and He’ll guide you
Don’t settle for less,
Than what He has dreamed
Join Him in laughter, rest in His peace
See the mirth in His eyes of all that’s to be
Melt at His whispers
And Cherish each day
With Love pouring out
‘Til He has His Full Way
To be one with the Father,
One with the Son.
Bought for a price,
Purchased with Blood.
Now with His Chosen
Because He was broken
He’s brought us together
And He’s made us one
To follow the Master, you must embrace these:
The bread and the wine — the bitter, the sweet.
He longs for a People
Unleavened and Pure
He longs for a Race
And in Him They’ll stand firm
They’ll be one with the Father,
One with the Son.
Bought for a price,
Purchased with Blood.
And as His Chosen
Because He was broken
He’ll bring them together
And He’ll make them one
— Ruth