WITHOUT COMMUNION
O How I would’ve forgotten
The Blood He Shed, The Piercing of Flesh,
The Nails in Hands and Head.
The Garden,
The Adam,
The Eve,
The Sin, The Death,
Remembered
With this Bread.
O How I would’ve forgotten;
Generations of past,
Those to come,
Offered Salvation,
HIS Most Divine,
Remembered
With this Wine.
O How I would’ve forgotten
The Blood He Shed, The Piercing of Flesh,
The Nails in Hands and Head.
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