J.M.J.
J.M.J.
I AM THE BREAD, I AM THE WINE
I AM THE BREAD, I AM THE WINE;
THE WORDS I SPEAK TO YOU ARE MINE.
I AM ALIVE NOT DECOMPOSED,
YET I’M BEHIND DOORS THAT ARE CLOSED.
WHY IS MY PRESENCE BEHIND A LOCKED DOOR?
WHY CANNOT THE FAITHFUL COME IN AND ADORE?
THIS IS NOT A TOMB THAT WAS FOR ME CREATED
BUT A HOUSE OF WORSHIP WHERE GOD IS VENERATED.
ALL THOSE WHO SEEK ME I WELCOME HERE,
THE POOR, THE LAME AND THOSE IN DESPAIR.
IF THE DOORS REMAIN LOCKED AND THEY HAVE NOT THE KEY,
THEN HOW CAN THEY ENTER TO SEEK COMFORT FROM ME?
“THY WILL BE DONE”
10-9-1996