The bread,
The wine,
The congregated
Body of believers,
Who meet to share
His body, in body,
And drink His blood
In place of ours, not shed,
In gathering symphony
And rising chorus
As one, comes forth,
Prophetic proclamation –
“Precious death,
Your life You gave,
So that death might die,
Its grip released,
And though its barb
Will prick us all,
The sting is gone,
Forever swallowed up
In Your body,
In Your death,
The empty tomb
Is death’s reward
For trying to hold
The Son of God
And Author of life.”

“For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.”
1 Corinthians 11:26