I eat of the bread and drink of the juice, I reflect...
His body, His red blood poured out for me.
Bless-ed communion.
Has it ever tasted this sweet? Have I ever been this moved?
My body shakes, it trembles hard.
My Jesus... can I call Him that? Is it that personal, does He long for me like I long for Him?
I grip tightly the cup, his suffering full. I taste of it. I have sipped the suffering, I have paid a small price for this fellowship.
Heart aching, my lips part and they whisper grateful prayers.
Tears roll down my cheeks, I cannot contain them. I stare down and wonder, can they all see?
This joy. This joy inside of me that springs forth uninhibited, it cannot be slowed.
I am overcome.
He is Lord, I am His.
His body, His red blood poured out for me.
Bless-ed communion.
Has it ever tasted this sweet? Have I ever been this moved?
My body shakes, it trembles hard.
My Jesus... can I call Him that? Is it that personal, does He long for me like I long for Him?
I grip tightly the cup, his suffering full. I taste of it. I have sipped the suffering, I have paid a small price for this fellowship.
Heart aching, my lips part and they whisper grateful prayers.
Tears roll down my cheeks, I cannot contain them. I stare down and wonder, can they all see?
This joy. This joy inside of me that springs forth uninhibited, it cannot be slowed.
I am overcome.
He is Lord, I am His.
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Beautiful.
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