My Food - Poem by Richard Merrell
Your body is my bread, O Lord
Your blood is my drink;
These both in the Spirit I take
No longer do I sink.
And at the last, the last of days
You will raise me up
'cause I have eternal life
In you bread and cup.
For the Spirit does give life
As I partake the bread and wine
These are NOT symbols or elements
But life that's in the Vine.
For bread and wine, remain just that
Will rot and dry away
But in the Spirit YOU give life
And abide with me each day! !
John 6: 36
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