The Bread is given to me
By the servant of the Lord.
I can feel His holy Presence
As I open my heart's door.
The Wine shines red in my eyes
As I bow my head to sip.
"This is my blood...shed for you."
Rings true upon His servant's lips.
In the midst of holy silence
As I return to my own pew,
I think about the grace of God
Which was shed for me and you.
Fr. Rick
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Very Nice!
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