Lasting Treasure
Lasting Treasure (2/11/23)
Lord, in this Bread
I see Thy Face
Bread that’s not bread
Sight of which, the only trace
O Jesus, Your countenance
With radiance shines
Garment of white
This beauty, Thine
Highest Priest, adorned in glory
Red stole, Your mercy reminds us of
Your Body and Blood always given
On Your altars from Above
Your peace streams forth
From Your welcoming smile
Pulling us to You to
Love You and stay a while
Your heart of gold
Your perfect will
Draws me further in
To be closer still
O loving Host
Christ, not bread
Keep hold of me
That on my final bed
This time spent aching
For You eternally
Be granted to Your servant
Lowly though I be
Each moment I crave more
Though treasure these moments, I do
Break my chains of sin
My lasting Treasure be You
Copyright © Danielle Erwin | Year Posted 2023
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