Luke 22:19 - And he took bread, gave thanks, and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
Empty tears drop upon the bread Soaking up the yeast of insincerity Spilling into the sacraments they make mockery
Lips in meaningless chatter Hands ever busy yet not serving Feet scurrying in no celestial destination
Little lambs still bleat for food The aged head bows sad and lonely The wanderer finds no respite
And all the while they call me, Lord Calvary mourned but love forgotten I know them not
They take the host in vain For I will spew them out Into the darkness they love
Other tears fall upon an altar Stains of contrition mar the wood A heart kneeling in reconciliation
Lips speaking comfort to the sorrowing Hands touching the unlovely soul Feet bounding to lift the downtrodden
My lambs cry no more for food The aged head is lifted The wanderer finds a place of rest
And all the while I call them, Children Calvary understood, remembered I knew them
They take the host in purity I will bring them home Forever in my presence Copyright by Linda Rondeau for reprint permission contact lrondeau@westelcom.com