When I think of what you hold
is it only wine and wheat?
Will this Mystery please unfold
and my hungry heart entreat?
Could all the days of your life,
when you walked this land,
put an end to all my strife
and set themselves in my hand?
All my friends and all your souls
safely swim in holy wine.
God who loves, God who consoles,
You gave me all I thought was mine.
Friends go away and rarely meet
scattered way too far:
crushed grapes and ground wheat
offered upon an altar.
I come to take this bread and wine,
I make my way to You,
You took all I thought was mine:
O Lord, take me too.
God bless you, this was excellent.
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