Treasure Island

Richard Merrell

(17/07/1949 / SYDNEY)

The Feast


At the blessed communion feast
True table of the Lord
I eat his body drink his blood
According to his word.

I have eternal life
For the Christ laid hold of me
That I might press on, claim the prize
The resurrection see.

Now at the blessed communion feast
The table free of harm
The table full of grace and rest
It's the third and twenty Psalm!

For my Shepherd is the LORD
Yeshua is His name
He bled, he died and rose again
None other is the same!

Proverbs 15: 15

Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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