Communion

“Communion”

They’re all coming up the aisle eagerly,

Red dress, navy shirt,

Blue blouse, black skirt,

Sisters – brothers – saints – neighbors,

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And the music plays:

“I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly trust in Jesus’ name,”

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An old man slowly staggers toward the bread and wine,

Then the young girls who sit together in groups,

And the boys with their slumped shoulders,

Doing this in remembrance of the master,

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And the music plays:

“Christ alone, cornerstone,

Weak made strong in the Savior’s love,”

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The carpenter comes beside his wife,

The teacher walks behind the student,

A deacon follows the worship leader,

A secretary leads a counselor,

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And the music plays:

“Through the storm, He is Lord,

Lord of all,”

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A man brushes by my sleeve,

He lied to me once,

Out of the corner of my eye I see an old friend,

I wish I could take back my sins against him,

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And the music plays:

“My hope is built on nothing less,

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness,”

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And the children of God are coming still,

Everyone, from the greatest to the least,

All are fed from the same table,

They take the bread, the broken body,

They take the wine, the blood on Christ,

All are heirs to the same King,

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He told them, “Do this in remembrance of me,”

So they’ll keep on coming down the aisle,

And keep on taking the bread and wine,

Until one day, coming – coming,

They’ll go to sleep inside their city,

And wake up on the streets of gold,

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And the music plays:

“When he shall come, with trumpet sound,

Oh may I then in him be found,

Dressed in his righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne,”

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Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

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