Broken, unleavened bread,
The bread and wine that He was,
Flesh and blood, a sacrifice of agony,
Asking His Father
To take away the cup.
Then His will set aside,
A voluntary prisoner whose “I am He”
Knocked them down.
Then He went with them,
It was cold.
They taunted and beat Him.
They drove nails into Him,
And He let them,
Today, we follow,
A meager offering compared to His,
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