05 April, 2015

Beggars at the Feast

We come forward to receive something only You could give:
Wine that never sours, a crust that is a feast.
In the pouring out, the tearing up, the falling to our knees
we know that surely as we taste and see,
we have been set free.


We come forward to receive what we do not understand:
a homeless king of heaven serves beggars at the feast.
A final breath ignites a life that never will expire,
a broken body paves our path, and
Your bondage sets us free.



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