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Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
Jesus, Son of The Father
Hanging on a Roman Cross
Pierced for the iniquity of men
Killed for the love of His bride
With nails in His hands
Swords in His sides
Thorns on His head
His body slain
The body to feed His bride
His blood poured
The blood to quench the Church

"This is my body"
To eat of it
To feed the bride.
The Body of Christ,
The Bread of Heaven
To delight in the Holy Eucharist,
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

"This is my blood"
To drink of it
To quench the bride.
The Blood of Christ,
The Cup of Salvation
To delight in the Holy Eucharist
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

Hanging on the Roman Cross
God, The Son Himself crying to the Father
"Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?"
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"
Plagued by the false view of the Father
The pagan god in the hearts of men
Inherited with the humanity of The Son
While the sin of man
Hangs with the Son of Man

The earth shaking
And hearts breaking
With eyes crying
And law tearing
With the world changing
And The Son dying

The trueness,
The oneness
Of the Father
United with The Son and Spirit
In communion with The Spirit and Son

The Gifts of God
For the People of God
To partake in whenever together
In Remembrance of the savior
Christ died for us
Feed on Him with our hearts
And remember our union in Him
With Faith and Thanksgiving

We are saved by the triune God of grace
By the Love of the triune God of love
By the Blessing of God Almighty
The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit
Be upon us and remain forever
Let us keep the feast!
Allelujah!
A poem about the Worship and Sacrament of Communion
I will be free in my heart!
I will be free in my soul!
The light of Christ has made me whole!
A radiant bearer of Your light I'll be!
The joy of the Lord will flow through me!

Allelujah! Allelujah! Allelu, allelujah! (3 X)
A joyful chant of celebration. To be sung with utter conviction.
Emily Miller Oct 2017
To be held,
Oh, God,
By Her,
Is to be home.
The air is sweeter,
The lights are brighter,
And the world outside seems full of potential.
When she holds me,
Oh Lord,
The music comes from the Heavens,
They sing out,
“Allelujah, allelujah,”
And my heart leaps in my chest,
Because in Her embrace,
War is far,
Hate is fiction,
And I am deserving of love.
To be in,
Oh, God,
Your Church,
Is to be home.
betterdays Jun 2014
and then
              i opened the door
and the sunshine
             came in.... allelujah!!!
it is twelve words.... but also
an opening to a new story...
one yet to be written...

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