THE TABLE

Meet me at my table you ask

So I’ve come at your request

Not sure of your reasons why

You didn’t choose a Kings Table?

This one is rough hewed and stained

Its origins once thought useless

No value in its meager existence

Holding Bread served by peasants

Wine of drunkards stain this wood

This cannot be your heavenly table

You are the King of Kings O’ LORD

A banquet table is more appropriate

Gold overlaid with ornate carvings

Priceless Jewels encrusted in it rim

Why are There are no chairs to sit

On my knees must I then bow to eat?

A small cake of bread, A jug of wine

This is all that you have to offer me

You promised me a meal so divine

Jesus took the bread, and gave thanks

Saying Take it; this is my body."

Then he took the cup, and gave thanks

"This is my blood of the covenant,

Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man

Drink his blood; you have no life in you.

Whoever eats my flesh

Drinks my blood has eternal life,

I will raise him up at the last day.

For my flesh is real food

My blood is real drink.

Whoever eats my flesh

Whoever drinks my blood

He remains in me, and I in him.

Meet me at my table you ask

So I’ve come at your request

That I may receive life

BARUCH 09/26/07