The Sacrament

    “The Sacrament,” Friend, Mar. 2005, 13

    The Sacrament

    I bow my head;

    The prayer is said.

    My feet are still;

    My eyes are closed.

    I think of Jesus suffering

    In the garden long ago.

    Row by row, in silver trays,

    The bread is passed so reverently.

    I think of Jesus on the cross

    And know He died for me.

    I choose a cup of water clear

    And remember joyfully

    Jesus by the empty tomb.

    I know He lives for me!

    As I take the sacrament,

    I think of Jesus and I pray

    That someday I can live with Him

    Through promises I’ve made today.

    Illustrated by Keith Larson