Sacred Vessels

I saw a true gift fulfilled,
His own eternal promise;
a heavn’ly light did descend,
sacred vessels giv’n a kiss.

In mem’ry we did partake,
and did as He once had bade;
sipped the wine and ate the bread,
in Him, now one we are made.

He’ll feed us on our journey,
and He’ll quench our dying thirst;
He gave us the best of Him,
when we gave our very worst.

So turn yourself not away,
but run straight to Him instead;
He gave His own life for us,
by His blood and flesh we’re fed.

 © Leslie C Dobson

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