The Sacrament


I bow my head;
The prayer is said.
My feet are still;
My eyes are closed.
I think of Jesus suffering
In the garden long ago.
Row by row, in silver trays,
The bread is passed so reverently.
I think of Jesus on the cross
And know He died for me.
I choose a cup of water clear
And remember joyfully
Jesus by the empty tomb.
I know He lives for me!
As I take the sacrament,
I think of Jesus and I pray
That someday I can live with Him
Through promises I’ve made today.

[illustration] Illustrated by Keith Larson