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.

DEAR CHILDREN, THE HEART THAT SO LOVES YOU IS BREAKING

BECAUSE OF THE WAY MY FLESH YOU’RE PARTAKING.

YOUR INDIFFERENCE, DEAR CHILDREN, THAT DRAWS US APART

IS LIKE THE LANCE THAT IS DRIVEN ONCE AGAIN THRU MY HEART.

IF YOU CONTINUE MY BODY TO DISGRACE,

YOUR JUDGMENT, DEAR CHILDREN, BY MY HAND YOU WILL FACE.

DO YOU ALSO NEED ALL MY WOUNDS FIRST TO SEE

BEFORE YOU BELIEVE THAT IT IS REALLY ME?

NO GREATER A GIFT CAN MANKIND RECEIVE,

BUT WHAT GOOD IS THE GIFT IF YOU FAIL TO BELIEVE?

“THY WILL BE DONE”

1-26-1999

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