THE SACRAMENT
I see Him in the upper room holding the bread,
Saying those sacred words with a bowed head,
He, knowing that special time had now come,
When His great battle had to be truly won.

Passing round the cup with His eyes full of love,
Heart already suffering known only to God above,
Singing of a hymn together, a last sweet farewell,
Not long now for Jesus on earth in agony to dwell.

As we partake of the sacrament on the Sabbath day,
Do not let our minds wander but focussed on Him stay,
Imagine that deep love, to suffer for us beyond compare,
Remember this as you sit reverently and quietly there.

Do not let our minds wander, as humans, this we often do,
But think of the words spoken, in each mind go through
The promises made and commandments to always obey,
So we may all grow in the gospel and so meet Him one day.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 1 August 2004