The Gift of Communion: A Symbol of Christ's Sacrifice

Behold the bread, so torn and broken,

A symbol of pain and suffering unspoken,

The wheat that was sown, and buried deep,

Is now our food, a gift we can keep.

The wine, too, tells a tale of woe,

Pressed from grapes, crushed below,

Their lifeblood spilled, a sacrifice made,

Just like the Lamb, who for our sins paid.

This supper, a reminder of Christ's death,

A painful journey, until his final breath,

He bore our sins, and took our place,

A substitution, full of grace.

Oh, how this meal sets forth the scene,

Of our Savior, dying for you and me,

May we remember, and never forget,

The love and mercy that he did beget.

Let us partake, with hearts full of praise,

For this communion, a symbol of his ways,

A death for us, and a life he did bring,

A precious gift, for all who will cling.