Lord, what can be said
as I break this bread
and reach out to touch
the One I love so much.
And as I drink the wine
with Christ the Divine,
feeling Your cleansing power
in this hallowed hour.
How can I ever show
the debt of love I owe?
As from your hand I receive
the forgiveness that I need.
Lord, in this sacred way
I would like to say;
thank you for dying for me,
thank you for setting me free.
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