Sacrament

The tokens of his sacrifice-

A blessing to partake

The sprinkled blood,

The slaughtered lamb,

He suffered for my sake.



And here I sit reflecting this,

The symbol of the saints-

A strait gate and narrow way

In exchange for grace.



The strict road waits

For me to walk

The Lamb looks on my heart

My joy is when I feel His grace

And then walk through my part.