Poem: Bread and Wine

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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