The Bread and the Blood
The Bread and the Blood
the bread
the body of
Christ, beaten and tortured
disfigured, His likeness marred
for me
the blood
flowing freely
from His hands, feet and side
cleansing me and washing away
my sin
both are
symbols of life
that by His death He has
set me free so that I can live
again
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