Frank E. Reeher
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I take communion to restore my soul,
The Bread and Wine, that makes me whole.
In memory of the One who died for me.
As I accept that Communion Bread,
I remember His life, given in my stead.
Bruised and beaten, thorns on His head.
I remember again, He died for me.
As I accept The Wine, in my cup,
I remember His life, for me, given up.
Remembering the spear, that pierced his side,
His Blood Shed, my sins to hide.
I remember The Cross, and in anguish, I cry,
O LORD, forgive my sins, which caused You to die.
I remember the Body, ...