J.M.J.
J.M.J.
I AM THE BREAD, I AM THE WINE
I AM THE BREAD, I AM THE WINE;
THE WORDS I SPEAK TO YOU ARE MINE.
I MAY NOT LOOK AS YOU PERCEIVED,
BUT I AM IN ALL THOSE WHO GRIEVE.
YOU FELT MY PAIN, YOU HEARD MY SIGHS,
AND YET YOU DID NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES.
YOU GREETED ME AT YOUR FRONT DOOR
AND HELPED ME LIFT THE CROSS I BORE.
YOU WIPED AWAY THE TEARS I CRIED
BY ASKING ME TO COME INSIDE.
YOU TREATED ME JUST AS YOUR GUEST
AS IN YOUR ARMS I WAS CARESSED.
YOU FED ME, AND YOU QUENCHED MY THIRST;
YOU SOOTHED A HEART THAT NEARLY BURST.
YOU LISTENED TO WHAT I HAD SHARED,
AND IN YOUR HEART SHOWED ME YOU CARED.
ALTHOUGH MY FACE YOU DID NOT SEE,
THE ONE YOU HELPED WAS REALLY ME.
FOR KINDNESS RENDERED SUCH AS THIS,
GOD WILL UNITE YOUR HEARTS WITH HIS.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
3-11-1998