The Meal (A Poem)

Thank you, Jesus, for your sweet presence—
There is nothing I want more,
Nothing I can do outside your love.
Take my life, hold me close,
Never let me leave.

The sacrifice you made—
The breaking of the bread,
The times you gave your body,
Not just on the cross…
You suffered your whole life:
Sacrificing comfort,
time, health, image,
The very presence of God,
For my soul, Lord.
Thank you for the sacrifice.

And the blood…
The beauty of the blood is unmatched—
Blood that washed away all my sins.
A man who died for my transgressions.
I now have a new identity,
A new life.

My days now have purpose.
I get to work in partnership with you, Lord—
A divine privilege!
I now get to see your Spirit move.
You change the hearts of sinners,
Giving the Church
A deeper understanding
Of who you are.

Jesus, through it all,
You see me as beautiful—
As sinless,
As a son,
As a friend.

It is done.
The power of sin is no more.
No longer does sin control me.
Thank you, Jesus,
For authority.
You have no equal.

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Only give if Christ placed it on your heart to do so. He is my provider! God bless you all!