Edith Elhart Fairbanks
I sit in the pew as communion is served
and humbly bow my head.
The glass in my hand holds the fruit of
the vine signifying the blood he shed.
And mirrored there on the dark red sea is
the sinner whose place he took! Thank you, dear Lord, for the precious
blood that was shed on that terrible tree—
Thank you, Lord, for this church where I
sit and your word is preached glorious