Song 5.1 |On the Supper

I am come into my garden, the place of fellowship
My sister, my spouse: O Church.
I have gathered my myrrh, the residue of resurrection
With my spice; 
I have eaten my honeycomb, in the presence of friends
With my honey; 
I have drunk my wine at the supper
With my milk: 
Eat, O friends; enjoy the body broken,
Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved,
The cup that represents blood poured out
For many.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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