The Last Supper

On the night when He was betrayed.......

What if The Last Supper
was      The Last Supper

He gave thanks.......

Coke and Chips
could be it

Each time you do.......

Ice and Whiskey
could be it

Remember me
Remember me

Reality bites hard
What if we got it wrong

On the night when He was betrayed.......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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