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Communion

 Setting the scene { I composed this in August 2014 }.      

''He did it, for me.'' 

He did it, for you,
He did it, for me,
Came down from on high,
To die on a tree.

He bore all my burden
In tense agony,
Took all of my guilt,
Though sinless was He.

Took ALL of my guilt,
For He could foresee
Each time I'd rebel
And not bend the knee.

His love is so fervent, (intense)
I know you'll agree,
His promise is true,
You can guarantee.

He came, not in fury
To judge, - but to plea,
His life, - our redemption,
He saved, such as me.

So thank you my Jesus,
Your love set me free,
And how can I show it?

Just live true to thee.

So let us remember
The cross at Calv'ry,
He did it, for you,

He did it, for me.


1 Cor. 11:23 For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, 24 and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.” 

And based on those verses  I composed this last Sunday.  COMMUNION

Our Lord, before He was betra'ed

Took bread, Gave thanks, and then HE said

“This bread, MY body, represents

When I’m no more in your presence,

Remember oft’ the sacrifice 

The cost, for you? - I paid the price.”


HE knew exactly what would come

His purpose, HE would not  succumb, (give up)

“So eat this bread, MY body torn,

’Twas for this reason, I was born,

A sacrifice, to set you free

From death's dread sting, and tyranny”

                 

Prayer of Thanks: Lord, We give you all the praise and glory for your sacrifice of love to each one of us, worldwide....... you endured taunting, abuse, mocking, and so much more and we individually can say ''you did it for me'' so Thank you Lord, and as we partake of this bread may we, recall your body broken.....


                         Partake the bread


Reading on in !st Corinthians

1 Cor. 11:25  In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.”26 For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.

                 and poeticised......
Then likewise, when HE took the cup

“Remember this, when’er you sup,

This cup, the contents, in your stead,

Representing MY blood, shed,

So drink ye all, and THIS I yearn,

Proclaim  MY death, ’til I return”


 Let us also give thanks for His blood shed:  "Once again Lord we praise you for shedding your blood for us all;  the nails hammered into your palms  and feet, the sword into your side, the mocking crown of thorns pressed onto your head and still, with LOVE in your heart, and us, on your mind, [as the song goes,] "When HE was on the cross, I was on His mind"; -  and we are even more greatful, that you didn't finish at your death, but you ROSE TRIUMPHANT defeating it.


                     Partake of the wine


And in the words of the hymn entitled  Here, O my Lord,  by Horatius Bonar, which, as a norm, was sung in my home church after communion.
2nd & last verses read.......


2 Too soon we rise; the  symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever,—still my Shield and Sun.

5 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.

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