A Meditation

(Thoughts suggested by a suffering, absent brother)

The Loaf and Cup upon the table set;

The Loaf is whole, the Cup unpoured as yet.

'Mongst gathered saints there doth a hush prevail:

By faith they see His flesh-the Sacred Veil.

His visage more than any man was marred;

His body with the nail and spear was scarred.

That cross of His, which shows the world's shame,

Doth loud proclaim the love of Jesus' Name.

They take the Loaf, give thanks, and break, and eat;

Likewise the Cup: His love to them is sweet!

And as they thus partake of bread and wine,

By faith they eat of Him who is Divine.

On wings of faith they rise before God's throne:

Their unpaid debt of love to Him they own.

The body and the blood of Christ in symbol seen

Tell them of Him on whom their soul doth lean.

The church, when brothers after brothers rise,

Gives praise to Him who lives above the skies.

And saints though silent, join with glad "Amen,"

And hymn their praises to Immanuel's Name.

Each saint by faith His Sacrifice doth see,

And gladly owns the truth-" He died for me":

And though with falt'ring lips their thanks they give,

They know the One in whom through grace they live.

unknown | Jul 1958
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