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Literature Text
Taking my portion of bread today at hand,
I look at its jagged edge, the ragged tear
That gave me a portion I do not understand
In full, how you redeemed me at a price unfair.
And turning the chunk around, so now my mind
Is set in motion, confessing all my sin
In trembling, for the Lord is more than kind;
His jealous love adopted me as his own kin.
There's substance here, though thin and pale
This body is, made solely for our food.
For all this life eternal would entail,
I know I hold at hand the force that makes me good.
I look at its jagged edge, the ragged tear
That gave me a portion I do not understand
In full, how you redeemed me at a price unfair.
And turning the chunk around, so now my mind
Is set in motion, confessing all my sin
In trembling, for the Lord is more than kind;
His jealous love adopted me as his own kin.
There's substance here, though thin and pale
This body is, made solely for our food.
For all this life eternal would entail,
I know I hold at hand the force that makes me good.
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This is lovely. There's a simplicity in your word choice that serves as a kind of counterpoint to the unbelievable mystery that is Communion. And in a way, it then mirrors the reality of the consecrated bread: to the naked eye It is so small and unassuming, but to believers It is so much more. Peace! 