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 CALLED YOU, AND YOU RESCUED ME
FROM WHERE NO OTHER EYES DID SEE.
FROM WHERE NO ONE NOW COMES TO PRAY
FORSAKEN IN THIS CHURCH I LAY
LEFT ALL ALONE AND IN DISGRACE
UPON A PEW IN THE LAST PLACE.
YOU BROUGHT ME TO A HOLY PRIEST
WHO BLESSED THE EUCHARISTIC FEAST,
AND AS HE BROKE THE HOST IN TWO,
I GAVE MYSELF TO BOTH OF YOU.
MANY MY PRESENCE LEAVE BEHIND,
AND ONLY FEW SEEK ME TO FIND.
ABANDONED I HAVE BEEN BY MORE
THAN THOSE WHO SEEK ME TO ADORE.
IT’S NOT THE FIRST OR LAST DISGRACE
THAT AS YOUR GOD I STILL MUST FACE,
BUT I AM PLEASED THAT I COULD FIND
TWO HEARTS THAT ARE ONE OF A KIND.
SOMEDAY WE WILL SHARE THIS EVENT,
AND WHAT THIS ACT DID REPRESENT,
BUT UNTIL THEN, ACCEPT MY GRACE,
A GIFT THAT NO ONE WILL REPLACE.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
6-29-1998