Cup of Love

Fruit of the vine
As black becomes red
Contained in the cup
Alongside the bread.

“Do this”, He said
“In memory of me”.
We recall His death
That has set us free.

This feast of love,
Of substance divine,
As wine is transformed
From fruit of the vine.

Bread from the fields
In substance transformed
Alongside the wine,
The altar adorned.

Come unto Him,
Partake of the feast
As you who are saved
From greatest to least.

Tell of His love,
Go out, spread the word
That all may believe
That Jesus is Lord.