A Supper to never Forget
I take a crust of bread to my lips
Broken and blessed at fingertips.
Offered to remind us of his body.
Bruised and broken to restart me.
The small cup of water I sip
for the shedding of his blood
the spiritual suffering spent
In the Garden vibes where sent.
Partial 2nd Poem
Can you see it? Deliverance from Sin.
Remember this is where you begin.
Redemption becomes a weekly action
No Deliverance from our infraction
